SHADOW LIGHT

SHADOW LIGHT



shadows cast light
they resonate
through history

they never die

each action
stretches
through time

the ripple

reflects intention
on all who follow
the choice

is ours

to be wrapped
in darkness
or grasped by

the light

Malcolm Evison
10 November 2009

Listening To Mahler - a poem in six movements

Gardening In Autumn

Gardening In Autumn

mist hangs
like drops of perspiration
from the weary fronds

of autumn shrubs -
my senses sharpen
as they caress

my cheek.



malcolm evison
28 October 2009

Displaying Not Disclosing

BEING - poetry video

Garden Paradox & Accordion

Accordion

Sometimes

I feel

like an accordion

squeezed

by some

disembodied self

each chord

vibrates bruised reeds

each inspiration

teases out

a latent voice -

rarely

to be sustained -

almost as if

it chokes

on its own

respiration.

Malcolm Evison

02 October 2009

Garden Paradox - Twittering Garden

twittering garden

GARDEN PARADOX



I walk into a paradox

the garden
lightly breeze stirred

breathes
false serenity
elsewhere

it seethes
it reels and jigs

frenetically



the shrubbery resounds

with babbling twittering

the birds crescendo



shakes it to the core




Malcolm Evison
14-09-09

The Simple Life

THE SIMPLE LIFE

Wet grass gleams
through the dullness
of the day

he tramples it
underfoot -
treads slowly

across the lawn
towards the pond -
surprised

by sudden
piscine splashes
he smiles -

the sun breaks
through the cloud.


Malcolm Evison
26 August '09

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Another (even more recent) simple write, The Goal, can be found on 'Archive Mined'

New Post on Archive Mined

Just posted a brief new poem, THAT MOMENT, on "Archive Mined and Freshly Spun"

SPIKE

SPIKE

Daylight confusion reigns,

the creature fails

to separate diurnal from nocturnal rules.

One easily discerns

something’s amiss

but has no ready answer

to the hedgehogs plight.

Find a nice box, line it

with newsprint, hay and towels

for the bewildered traveller,

leave it a snack

to nibble on. Come morning

the food has gone,

a coil of spines

heaves sleeping breaths

amongst the packaging.

I compliment myself

on job well done. Later,

the sun has reached it’s powering height,

the creature ventures out

and dozes on the sun-drenched lawn –

I move the spiky one

back into sheltered snuggling warmth

where he remains this time

but never roams again.

Malcolm Evison

12 August 2009

On Reflection

ON REFLECTION

Sunshine

on puddled rain

reflects

the pride

of plants

refreshed

by elemental

forces

it lifts

my spirits

I hope

they won't evaporate

as I bask

calmly

in the afterglow.

Malcolm Evison

21 May 2009



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The natural sequel to this poem, A PALE REFLECTION, can be found on ARCHIVE MINED & FRESHLY SPUN.