You'll Find Me in the Garden (poem)

You’ll Find Me In the Garden

You’ll find me in the garden

Tending my own flowers

Removing the weeds

So they’re not smothered away.

Filling the watering can

Time and time again

Providing nourishment

From tiny seed to blossoming flower.

Happy for the sunshine

Protective in the deluge

And eventually acknowledging what remains

Because that’s what gardeners do.

©Christine A. Evans 5.14.17

Bouquet (poem)

Bouquet

These kinetic petals

Finding eloquent pause

And slight affections

Sliding softly

Onto the tabletop

To sleep deeply

Withered and melancholic

And brushed away

©Christine A. Evans 5.12.17

Because I Can Now (poem)

Because I Can Now

She will never know

My highs and lows

I’m going there again

Because I can now

Reaching up

And reaching over again

Never leaving it alone

Unrighteous dominion in my past

So I’ll lift a glass again

And savor all the flavors

Because I can now

Never leaving it alone

I’ll pull books from shelves making piles and heaps

So I reestablish lines

Read them when I’m able

Because I can now

She will never know

My highs and lows

I’m going there again

Because I can now

Reaching up

And reaching over again

Never leaving it alone

Because I can now

©Christine A. Evans 4.24.17

Chronicles (poem)

Chronicles

How far can you go back

Making them believe

Offering proof

Making lists in dark places

Where your soul resides

Until the light illuminates?

©Christine A. Evans 4.9.17

Flashbacks (poem)

Flashbacks

In outtakes, hiding in the murky focus

There is good therapy

And good poetry.

An obscure life,

A likelihood of errors

And metaphors captured;

Telling a tale.

In this tenacious crusade

We are all vagrants

So, take my hand

©Christine A. Evans 4.7.17

Because I Miss Fireflies (poem)

Because I Miss Fireflies

If I had a meadow

I would capture your bioluminescence

In glass Ball jars

And poke the galvanized lid

Full of air holes

Watching your green-glow pulsations

Through the cursive wrinkles

And creating hushed magic

For my pillow edge

©Christine A. Evans 4.2.17

Once Floral (poem)

Once Floral

I see it

As excavating a past life

Through obscure charcoal passages

And a primeval garden gate opens

Filled with golden light

Open armed, I meet my pure self

We embrace again

Here all along

©Christine A. Evans 4.2.17

Rookery (poem)

Rookery

Perhaps in a rookery

She built upon

Twigs of contrasts

Beckoning with a beak

And then regurgitating worms

And bug parts

Like a red carpet

Of deception

So she can

Wing the skies

In search of more carrion

To satisfy her hollow gut

©Christine A. Evans 3.31.17

On Film (poem)

On Film

Without a clarity compass

She misguides senses

Hanging her negatives in frames

Through the corridors

But my exposure is beyond

And I progress right through

©Christine A. Evans 3.29.17

Sound Meditation (poem)

Sound Meditation

In hidden dark places

Learning the language of crickets

Justly harmonized

And keeping count

Of fiddles, I digress

For in the crevices

Dust sleeps

With unsung stridulations

©Christine A. Evans 3.27.17

Variable Winds Aloft (poem)

Variable Winds Aloft

This evening’s sky

Flowing like coppery organza

Sands obscuring her face

With wind and time

And pleasant wrinkles

At the corners of her mouth

©Christine A. Evans 3.23.17

Untrained (poem)

Untrained

Nearly derailed by blurred transparency

And slanted training

Versed alone in backtracking

I precisely breathe through distances

My new path revealed

As straightforward and steeled

Carving the tunnels

Because I’m the engineer

On this faraway train

©Christine A. Evans 3.22.17

Ciphering (poem)

Ciphering

This quiet self

Clinging on a quirky word

Or glance aslant

Processing the unfamiliar

Like a pile of puzzle pieces

©Christine A. Evans 3.21.17

Constrictory (poem)

Constrictory

Contemplating coiling vines

And how long they choke growth

Before they die off

And become nothing

But fertilizer

For strong roots

©Christine A. Evans 3.19.17

Handled (poem)

Handled

A matter of cogs
And escapements
Clicking in place

A dreamy dream
A nightly nightmare
A cosmic and timely awakening

Gun hands meet hour hands
In the hall of clocks
At high noon

©Christine A. Evans 3.17.17

A Survey (poem)

A Survey

Something about strands and sentinels

Perfectly in place

A natural world

Of proportions unknown

And we’re climbing upward

To see the view

©Christine A. Evans 3.14.17

Height and Width (poem)

Height and Width

It was the following year

Or so

When a great distance

Crevassed our mountain

And things

Haven’t been right since

Be genuine, be granite

Or don’t be at all

©Christine A. Evans 3.13.17

Clarity (poem)

Clarity

As the dawn breaks

My understanding is grafted

Branches and blossoms

You’ll never see

Together

©Christine A. Evans 3.9.17

Surface Tension (poem)

Surface Tension

Mesmerized by mimicry

You’re transfixed in that pond

Those gold and white rippled mirrors

Reassuring

When no one else

Notices your crown

©Christine A. Evans 3.6.17

A Menace (poem)

A Menace

Furry and cute

We’re both animals

With claws

And teeth

And piles of bones

Yet I believe,

My pile could be bigger

©Christine A. Evans 3.1.17

Rearview Illusions (poem)

Rearview Illusions

Driving that highway

Staring at dusty yesterdays

In the rearview

He relived use-to-be’s

Present moments squandered

As those blue hour stars

Sparkled in the windshield

Begging to be appreciated

And counted

©Christine A. Evans 2.23.17