Encountering ME a Few Poems (2)

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GETHSEMANE

A type of Gethsemane. Not so much the pain – more the agony.

Not the absence of sleep –

more the ache;

an ache which penetrates each sinew. If only one had slept

like others do. Oh, how you’d love that luxury. Wait

for the next event – everything burns, each pore secretes anxiety. Has it

all come to this? Who knows what follows the restless night.

Malcolm Evison

09 June 2005



ACCORDION

SometimesI feel

like an accordionsqueezed

by somedisembodied self

each chordvibrates bruised reeds

each inspirationteases out

a latent voice -

rarelyto be sustained -

almost as if

it chokeson its ownrespiration.

Malcolm Evison

29 September -02 October 2009



THE BODY SNATCHERS

The body snatchers calledand found me void –

where once there wasa vibrant heart,

and thoughts teemed

endlessly around -

a residueof aches and pains

delineates the core -

and Sisyphus rejoicesto have found

a new companion.

Malcolm Evison

30 June 2005



BEING

God spoke –

I dare not listen.

I could not facethe stillness

of simply being there.

God spoke:there were no words –

I simply saw

the suffering of others.I could not share

the stillnessof simply being there.

One day I knew

God could not speak -I used my eyes,

I saw and feltthe suffering of multitudes –

I listened to their cries –

then cautiously I whispered“I am here”

and from my helplessnessI knew -

that God was there.

Malcolm Evison

28 July 2005



AUBADE (sans le soleil)

Wrapped futilelyin the realm of beauty sleep –dawn rarely dawns on me.

Long after the appointed hour,the room is thunder-black -

draw back the curtains.

The sky has lostits breathing space –

choked by the clouds,

voluptuously hangingin their mourning drapes –

symbolic of a troubled world.

I sigh, and seekthe duvet’s solace –

for me the dayhas not yet quite begun.

Malcolm Evison

26 October 2006



CONSULTATION

These visits areby now routine -

on entering

the lion's den,expect a smile

and beckoning wave

to take a seat.Obediently, you sit

and start to contemplate

time's passage.Words fail, as always,

to express

the visit'sraison d'etre.

Malcolm Evison

5 July 2005



EMERGING

and this morningstill abedmy legsare mercury ladenknitted lead

the armsfolded or stretchedscream outfor postures new



Restless Night

frantic and staticcolludeto break the spirit -

the chorussed screamof roll and stretchweaves counterpoint

against the searing acheof stasis -the chinese burn

of movementresiststhe planned escape

Malcolm Evison

30/01/11 – 01/02/11



ON REFLECTION

Sunshineon puddled rain

reflects

the prideof plantsrefreshed

by elementalforcesit lifts

my spiritsI hope

they won't evaporate

as I baskcalmly

in the afterglow.

Malcolm Evison

21 May 2009



Flutter By Moment

it alightssofter than a whisper

on my sleeve

almostas if it sought me out

I sit

relax

breathe in the gentle air -the butterfly

spreads out its wings -this moment

I am

at onewith nature

sharing the fragility

imagininga place where all

could feel secure -

wearingthe butterfly

like a heart

on my sleeve

Malcolm Evison

17 July 2008



RECLAMATION

Just anotherlightly throbbinggritty grey day

a second chanceto modify one’s outlookdivert one’s gaze away

from the reality -begin to playthe game

of life regained.

Malcolm Evison

29 January 2009



SPLASH INTO SPRING

A sprinkling splash,a sudden flashof ruddy gold -

the first spring stirrings.A long, slow, turgid restsupplanted

by these vital chimes.Todaythey share the sunshine's joy -

and ripple wilfully.

Last seasons debrisstirred and shaken,the fish escape

their sedimentary rest,herald the promiseof brighter days to come.

Like me, they must have feltthey'd plumbed the depthsfor far too long.

Malcolm Evison

14 March 2007



RUDE AWAKENING

The telephonic shrillurgents meblearily into dawn.

Discomfited I rollmyself acrossa seeming endless

counterpane,

set footon an insecure floor,retrieve the handset

and receivea droning earful.

Bliss was it in that dawnto be asleep,to be awakened serves

to remind oneself they’re far from heaven.

Malcolm Evison

4 August 2007



A PALE REFLECTION

The shadowsof the taller trees

cast silhouettes

across the pool -they overlaya pale reflection

of the moreimmediate scene.Sometimes

I fail to graspimmediate delightsallow

my darker memoriesto shield mefrom the light.

Malcolm Evison 21 May 2009



SHATTERED

he rails exhaustedlyagainstthe unrelenting night -

shatteredby restlessness

he groans

a welcometo a new daybreakprays that it's not

an uninvited dream -still rails againstthe unrelenting night

then collapsesinto sleep

Malcolm Evison 10 September 2011



just another day

striving to ignorethe sundry aches and painsthe flesh is heir to

I sit and watchthe rains incessant flow –

birds flitfrom shrubbery to feederswallow in puddle baths -

I strugglewith a vague desireto don a coat

wonder if Idare venture outto taste

the sodden air

Malcolm Evison

19 April 2012

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