John G Evans © 2019 Arise, dear child! Walk due East: I have come to greet you, Behold! Our open hearts shall meet. This eastern pond, My masterpiece I’ve spoken words here, created, anew Arise, dear child! Embrace this peace. Through wood, and hill I shall guide your feet Envision … Continue Reading Villanelle of the Eastern Pond
Beyond my darkest desolation I have cried a thousand tears. Music has not entered my heart for decades of not hearing each note and, through each teary-eyed moment I have known but one bliss. And, through this devastating loss I have suffered a magnanimous pain. And yet, this god of … Continue Reading Desolation
John G Evans © 2019 Poetry translate experience life cynical lack of trust injured as a child humanity factor vision of hope the still woods naked in all my truths Plant you permanently within us insatiate minsters sour death To experience the translation of a poet, why, … Continue Reading Whitman: A Word Cloud Poem
Here I am: Standing naked of earth and sand – To rid this dusty land of legacy and rotted out bones, bleed ashen words upon this page of virgin tones. My youth, thus, desecrated – imprudence awaits, a trust and an unknowing glance from a sleepy boy’s eyes, Why, is … Continue Reading A Nostalgic Bruise
Lost! Within my thoughts to write a poem never to return from the land of metaphor, or from the earth of the dead. Many thoughts have crossed over into the ancient storms of life where my best, thus perform in words and anecdotes, or from the seas of the dead. … Continue Reading Thoughts, Anyone?