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