Wednesday, February 23, 2022

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

Monday, February 21, 2022

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


Monday, February 07, 2022

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

Wednesday, February 02, 2022

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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