REVISITING SHEPP - Illustrated Poem

A Question of Balance

Man For His Age - a poem

    MAN FOR HIS AGE

Care-worn he leads

his guilt free life,

turns fears

into a bar-room joke –

he never fails

though sometimes falls

a victim to

“the changing times”.

Suburban heroes never weep,

they share with celluloid

an inability to bleed.

He veils his sorrows in

a sentimental song

and never sins –

his standards are complete

and up to date.

A true son

of a dying race.

                Malcolm Evison

ADAM & EVE - two poems (overlaid on painting)

WORD

         Word

        

The pain of not to know

a words true meaning -

(a heartfelt paradox

so tautologically entwined)

brain travels inscapes

of the mind

the universe declaims

I AM - the exocentric

altar. Delving

through layers of time

exploring a fresh terrain -

we dream of worlds

where words were not yet

known. We fail to understand.

Seeking our solace

in links with primal man -

we feel the air vibrate

with all our fears,

and through the storm

we hear the voice that tears

at our discretion.

All is, and nought eludes

our sense, each particle

is new, and each the wholeness.

Then vision fades.

Unable to untie

our deepest fears,

from realms of theory,

we seek salvation

in vacuity -

unable to unite

the reasons for this life

with joy in living

we yearn for sunlight

to dissipate the gloom -

at each encounter

ache for renewed creation.

The phase explodes -

gone is all sense

and reason yields

to circumstance.

Our reminiscence magnifies

the mis-spent days -

heroic sacrifice

now reeks of self-abuse.

Our word-linked knowledge

looks to primal man -

speaking of worlds

where words were not yet known -

no matter how we squirm

we fail to understand

that words

are still the master

of the man.

                      

                              Malcolm Evison 

dis-ease is everywhere - a new illustrated poem

this is fresh off the press - both the poem and the illustrated version here were sculpted this very day!

this poem is straight off the press - one of those rare occasions when the words gave themselves in a relatively short space of time. Expressing my current state of discomfort and dis-ease in some ways enables me to cope better with this frustrating ailment (moderate ME - myalgic encephalomyelitis)

I see the lavender - illustrated poem

Going Home - in memoriam

This poem has been posted previously on this blog, but not in this (imaged) form - as yesterday was Mothering Sunday / Mother's Day I felt it appropriate to share

Nightscape with Rainfall -- re-post

Nightscape with Rainfall

The rudiments of fear

trace each step;

the hollow echoes

dampered by the rain.

Haunted by absences -

the lack

of any company

to take the chill away -

a sudden surge

of cowardice betrays

his vanity.

The rudiments of fear

trace each step,

the hollow echo

silenced by the rain.

The last bedraggled remnant

of false pride

lies submerged

in his timid haste.

                       Malcolm Evison

in the moment

my faithful hound 
displays that ease
of being in the moment -

eyes closed
and lips aligned
into a smile

suggesting ecstasy -
composure
as in a state of bliss -

it thrills
yet fills me
brim full of envy 

as health concerns
and turmoil of emotions
have long since 

cast aside
such calm 
assurance



malcolm evison
15 february 2017

Time & Tide

                  Time & Tide

                                    presence and absence

jointly proclaim

a boundary

a living space

a time

where one was changed

and wrought

a difference -

presence and absence

jointly define

a living space

confirm a place

where once a life

was lived

and changed

and in its turn

wrought change

malcolm evison

01 – 04 december 2016

and still - the dog walks me (first draft)

legs quivering, 
like a spluttering candle,
I wondered 
if they would carry me
down footpath and bridleways
of Piper's evening walk. 

I managed,just; then felt 
relieved to reach 
the portal
of our shared abode. 

Exhaustion breaks me, the result
not only of today's exertion but, 
rather a reminder
of last night's sparse
and troubled sleep.

The sun may shine
on just and unjust alike -
but then it rains

it pours, a plenitude
of aches and pains,

a multitude
of torments to endure




malcolm evison
15 november 2016