Displaying Not Disclosing - illustrated poem

Splash into Spring - illustrated poem

Twilight Search - illustrated poem

When I Could - a poem apropos chronic illness

When I Could

           (apropos ME)*

when I could

I often did

at very least

I tried

now I cannot

it crucifies

  

my past life

truly died

Malcolm Evison

31 January 2018

   * Myalgic Encephalomyelitis – but also me!

from a scribbled note 02 April 2017

MORNING - a poem - re-posted

just a poem from my archives, unedited; original goes back to the 1970s (as best my memory serves me) but, previously published on this blog in 2009

MORNING

Blackly embroidered

against the morning sky,

three trees.

Filtering silver

through the mist; the sun

emerges into day.

But nothing seems

so real as in my dreams.

I grow into my death

it does not bind me:

the silence penetrates

my thoughts –

the face of Christ. In death

he conquered life,

turning even the shadows

into a source of light.

Death conquers life, life

death. The black and white,

merely the parts of one.

Under the endless weight of time

lies truth. Beneath the endless weight

of sky this earth. Waking

then walking through the quiet scene

the mist defines the dream

as truth.

Mist filtered early

morning sun

blackly embroidered trees.

The frosted earth

and silver sky destroys

all barriers.

                                        Malcolm Evison

Dogged Squalls

Dogged Squalls (Draft 12)

more puddles than hardcore form

the canines bridleway -

the howling gales chill breath

fails to dispel

the moisture sated clouds -

unbridled lashings of rain

perturbs the hounds

and angers their human minders

Malcolm Evison

04 January 2018  

time & tide - freshly illustrated poem

Listening to Stochausen with Colin (aged 14 months)

Towards An Autocratic State - a poem (impromptu response to a High Court ruling)

Towards An Autocratic State

(apropos the ruling against the CWU)

Greater love hath no judge

than to lay down the law

against the working man –

Thou shalt not interfere

with the profiteers

whom we have gifted with

these former assets

of the nation state

Malcolm Evison

12 October 2017

Dazzled Dilemma

Proprietary Rites

PROPRIETARY RITES

These aches, these cruel

crucifying pains

do not belong to me -

today they own me,

clamping my lower limbs

in their psychotic embrace.

Through throbbing knees

and tiresome aching hips

they pour out scorn

on all my hopes

of overcoming;

today, they overwhelm me.

Malcolm Evison

14 September 2017

(Draft V)

A Noble Silence - illustrated poem by Malcolm Evison

   
                          A Noble Silence (2007) illustrated August 2017 - Malcolm Evison