A Noble Silence

The winds howl stung
like a babble
of boisterous children

freshly released
from their desks enslavement –

eyes smart and ears burn,
tears stain
our cheeks, our words

disintegrate –
each futile utterance
yields

to the elemental
sound and fury.
We battle on

maintain a noble silence.

poem by Malcolm Evison
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Cementing Relationships

Seeking a concrete image
to convey
a pre-stressed thought
I lay foundations
for a fettered space.

The blue-print fails
the structure
falls
far short of my emotion.

Set in my ways,
unable to explore
the breaking strain
my need will carry.

Construct a hermitage
of words;
contain
a solitude

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poem by Malcolm Evison
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