Wording (poem)

Wording

Critically thinking

These thought bubbles

Strung as air-dried laundry

Are attesting to all-ness.

Clearly precise within owned confines

Are never “nothing”

Yet, always collectively

What has been learned.

Personally,

It’s such a sin

That the words that fumble

From my lips

Are the same words

(Finagled though they are)

That find comfort

On a page.

©Christine A. Evans 2.9.17

Judiciously, At Home (poem)

Judiciously, At Home

Tonight, before bed

I will do my usual,

Putting on my flannel pajamas,

Taking my metoprolol

And baby aspirin,

Brushing my teeth,

And locking my door;

Not to keep out

The majority of nice people

But the one

Who wants to steal my freedoms,

In fact, my very life.

So tonight,

I will lock my door.

What about you?

©Christine A. Evans 2.8.17

Cleaning House (poem)

Cleaning House

For her

Learning the hard way

Means sweeping dirt under a rug

For me

Learning the continuous way

Is polishing mirrors

©Christine A. Evans 2.7.17

Simply Sweet (poem)

Simply Sweet

Her larder

Was once stocked

With pastry ingredients

And elbows greased in kneading

Filling her bakery window

With tarts and cupcakes

To lure his sweet tooth

And that flirty ruffled apron

Well,

It hangs on a peg now

©Christine A. Evans 2.6.17

Lavender Shadows

Carrying her purple umbrella

In the sunshine

Because lavender shadows

Are justified

In her imaginary world

Princesses, you see,

Behave like that.

©Christine A. Evans 2.3.17

On Bricks (poem)

On Bricks

Some

aspire

to

build

Some

aspire

to

destroy

what

has

been

built

©Christine A. Evans 2.1.17

The Common Center (poem)

The Common Center

My invisible boundary

Breached by your step too close

On guard and justified

I step away.

Within all, this common center

These imperceptible barriers built

Protecting innocence

Protecting peace

Concentrically and respectfully so

A physical domicile is constructed

With walls and locks

Yards with fences

Cities with limits

Nations with borders

Not for fear or distrust

In ethical humanity

But the one who would dare

To breach my invisible boundary

©Christine A. Evans 1.31.17