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