Malcolm Evison

Rookie - 0 Points (15 June 1944 / Canterbury)

The Old Man - Poem by Malcolm Evison

They hang; a heavy weightlessness,
like long forgotten memories
seeking renewal. The man sits,
beside the window, looking
at the clouds. Remembering.

But nothing quite fits. If only
he could pass, at will, into
insanity. That would remove
the purgatory – desiring flames
to quench the smouldering remnants

of a life. He sits, beside the window,
watching the clouds. And waiting;

waiting for night-fall. Remembering.


Comments about The Old Man by Malcolm Evison

  • (4/6/2006 8:48:00 AM)


    Very powerful and so worth the read.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

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  • (4/6/2006 8:47:00 AM)


    Very powerful and so worth the read.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • (4/6/2006 8:45:00 AM)


    Very powerful and so worth the read.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • (4/6/2006 7:38:00 AM)


    Hey Malcolm, That's me. Your quest reveals a naked part of us all, old or not-old. This is the first I've read of you, and this one echos the beauty of a William Stafford poem. All yours, all the way, remembering, re-attaching what is true, what counts, Phillip (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 6, 2006



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