Thoughtful Foreboding (poem)

Thoughtful Foreboding

After the abuse

In many forms

For 40 years

Why, oh, why

Would I want to experience

Your new nightmares

From the safety

Of my new dreams?

©Christine A. Evans 1.29.17

This Crazy Vision of Mine (poem)

This Crazy Vision of Mine

“Here, try these” she said

As she handed me

Her rose-colored prescription glasses.

“No, thanks” I said

“Every time I wear someone else’s

My eyes hurt”.

©Christine A. Evans 1.29.17

Pilot's License (poem)

Pilot’s License

Pencils aligned

Desk straightened

Time for another dark memory

To fold the creases in my brain

And take flight

On a paper airplane

©Christine A. Evans 1.28.17

Speak Easily (poem)

Speak Easily

As she spoke in Urban Dictionary dialect

Our meandering discourse ensued

Pingponging verbiage

Between tribes and generations

Frustration

Nearly slamming the door

When a loving kindness meditation

Inspires a different communication

And I see

What she calls rap

I call poetry.

©Christine A. Evans 1.26.17

Feeling Dotty (poem)

Feeling Dotty

Understanding now

I see Grandma’s thing

Was all about not giving a shit

Those cozy mixed-up patterns

Of polyester variations

Could be perceived as zany

And wrong

Like an Oreo at a proper English tea

Oh, I am so dunking that kooky

Right now.

©Christine A. Evans 1.25.17

I Am Still (poem)

I Am Still

A fallen strand of hair

Plucked by a bird

To nest tiny eggs,

Or merely

My excited exhalations

Coming to rest

In canyon depths.

These personal tiny ingredients

Separated from my being

Are everywhere I’ve been

Somersaulting around the globe,

On oceans waves,

On mountaintops,

In desert sands,

I am still

Everywhere.

©Christine A. Evans 1.24.17

Scrappy (poem)

Scrappy

Metaphorically

I aspire to the tomcat

Snipping off kitty tails

Throughout the back alleys

Before they steal my fish bones

Meow!

©Christine A. Evans 1.23.17

Near Here (poem)

Near Here

Near here

She frolicked in the water

And her bikini top slid up

Exposing two ice-cream-scoop breasts

Near here

He helped an old man

Who had stumbled in our path

Exposing the softer side of humanity

Near here

I ate coconut shrimp for the first time

At the restaurant with the bocce ball courts

Exposing willingness to try new things

Near here

I watched a sunset with my family

The evening before a trip overseas

Exposing the vulnerability of a new life

Near here

Would never be the same

If I had never been

Near here

©Christine A. Evans 1.18.17

Mother High Style (poem)

Mother High Style

Up the narrow stairway to the attic

That smelled of dust and pink Owens-Corning

Occasionally we looked in the cardboard moving box

With “Mayflower” on the side.

She would tenderly remove fine tweed jackets

And pencil skirts with silk linings,

(With zippers that hadn’t failed in twenty years)

Saying, “Maybe these will fit you”.

When I declined in snippy teenage fashion

The moth-eaten size 3 suddenly made her melancholy

Although I think it was really about the lost perfection

Of the finer things.

©Christine A. Evans 1.16.17

Animation (poem)

Animation

Our inadvertent time lapses

Huddling in strands

Collapsing backwards

And forwards

Romantic notions

Looping the perennial reel

Every minutiae creating certainty

Through illuminated flicker

Of screened oblivion

©Christine A. Evans 1.15.17

Before Instagram (poem)

Before Instagram

Before Instagram

Before digital

There was film

And film was precious;

Requiring a trek

And cash or check.

36 exposures seemed like one thousand

Years – until it was developed -

While two weeks passed at the lab

And then another trek

Only to open the envelope

To find perhaps

Ten photos to keep

But,

That was before Instagram

©Christine A. Evans 1.14.17

Wolf Moon (poem)

Wolf Moon

When the lunacy reawakens

Howling like wolves

Leaving traces of echoes

In the cold breath of night

A suggestive silence

Beyond teeth and throat

Consumes my attention

As prey for the shadows

©Christine A. Evans 1.13.17

Apprehension in the Asylum (poem)

Apprehension in the Asylum

Filtered with lunacy

Or is that the encumbrance

Of a sunlit shroud?

My complexities revealed

Being convex and concave

Simultaneously.

©Christine A. Evans 1.12.17

Influential (poem)

Influential

Voices of venomous vitriol

Campaigning for sides

Their veins set in stone

Pulsing cement

Toward hearts to harden

Where are the voices of variables

Ventilating peace and versatility

Mediators who heal equally

Defibrillating verbiage

And reviving spirits?

©Christine A. Evans 1.11.17

On Divorce and Mormonism (poem)

On Divorce and Mormonism

She was only twelve

When we left,

Hatcheting away the bindings

And loading remnants of life

In the black Chevy Cobalt.

Within hours

Her sweetness, no more the child of God,

Started saying “fuck”

Fuck this and that

Fuck everything

She spewed the word I couldn’t say

And I cringed,

But I understood

Because I fucking felt it too.

©Christine A. Evans 1.9.16

Poetry Stew (poem)

Poetry Stew

I retreat to the kitchen

To whisk metaphorical roux

Savory meat added for gusto

And those colorful vegetables

Only little words

Absorbing brothy flavor.

The spooned sample, hot

Guarded beneath by cupped hand

“More salt”, you say.

©Christine A. Evans 1.7.17

On Noise (poem)

On Noise

The highway is quiet

There’s ice out there

Making me wish

It would stay

But here comes the sun

And the traffic’s gibberish

©Christine A. Evans 1.6.17

Dark Alley Drugged (poem)

Dark Alley Drugged

Encountering dark alleys

A swath of focus

Leading to unknowns

Seemingly imploring bystanders,

By-readers

To a virtual rescue

A path of persuasion

These wide-eyeds call out

©Christine A. Evans 1.5.17

A- Everything (poem)

A-  Everything

Once again

With the rules;

Non participation

Gets me walled off

From the prescribed party

Oh, the fury,

The finger-wagging,

The disappointment

I have become.

©Expressions by Christine 1.4.17