Malcolm Evison Poems

Numbed by this alien terrain,
where truth spells a montony
of rain, we ride entombed
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Proud and unsanely tread the way
toward the way which is
the way you tread
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He perches, in sparkling eyed contemplation
of the goal. Like some celebrated stylite,
he squats on his post, oblivious
to the hostile elements. My stare
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Witnessing a fresco
in the chapel of my mind -
I could not rest.
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Some days, a few words
scribbled down in haste,
a simple melody, a subtle
turn of phrase, unclothes
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The large whites demonstrate
flirtatious flying

red dragonfly reflects
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Have I lost the need
to weep
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Not so much a moment
but all time,
the steady refrain
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Life ebbs and wheezes –
we look
for signs of grace.
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Loose pages from time
collated and combined
to form a seal. ‘Fidelity’
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