during the day / i watch the clouds

during the day

i watch the clouds

at night

i listen to the

pine tree

blowing in the wind

in the backyard

>

i imagine

it tells me

of every rising

and setting

sun moon and

star it ever

felt and how

i am so young

and how

i will be

gone so quick

>

scampering

some more

memorable

than others

>

so now

for my tree

i give it

a fine bed of

needles for

the snow

to fall on

as if

i could

keep it

warm

>

do trees

actually feel

or think?

i ask

the sky

>

no reply

yet but

the magnificence

of every

thing i see

hints

—

CM Evans

help me break my / patterns / they blind / me

help me break my 

patterns

they blind

me

the way

i decide how

to place

a line

snow reported

to be 1.7 inches

in this

afternoon

as i struggle

to find my

feet today

in my

profession

instead i

look up Billy 

Collins

who has never

written a

poem i 

did not 

like

then i wonder

how someone

like this

could

exist

and do they

ever mean to

get their feet 

in the

day

yet go looking

for other 

things

and billy collins

knows where

wild 

birds 

fly

and why a

beautiful 

woman

sighs 

he'd know the 

signaling of 

something 

secret

and precious

the message

in a 

trembling 

sustained 

string

or where 

the highest

star in 

the night

winks towards

all the while

i doodled here

in my brain 

writing poems

like a shopping

list or a 

description of

being lost 

but here is

something to

hope for

now

here is 

where

i have 

reached

soon will

endlessly 

be falling 

beautiful 

snow

beautiful 

snow

i have nothing to give/ yet here in what i am offering

i have nothing to give

yet here in what i am offering

could convince you to not

become what i decided to be

i am a unit of estimation

worthless for measuring anything 

except for the imaginative

and all of that is endless

may all of us 

become complete 

in the recognition

of our own folly

then spurred on

to offer even more

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CM Evans

Poem - i read that it takes a raindrop/ seven minutes to fall from the sky to the ground

i read that it takes a raindrop

seven minutes to fall from the sky to the ground

and during that time any of us

can live lifetimes of wonder worry dreams or ideas

until the raindrop splashes us 

and if it is one single big drop it could put us into the now

where you stop with a sense of shock

even wonder free of all this mental rummaging

and you look up at the greatness of the sky 

feeling a sense of freedom and even a strange exaltation

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