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Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Monday, October 10, 2011
Mal's Factory shows Promise
a new poem - or lines towards such - can be found on Mal's Factory - Poetry & Prose Poems
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Hot off the keyboard
A rough draft of a new poem ConDem(natory) Cycle can be found on Mal's Factory.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
A Visual Blessing
Recent days haven't been that good, to be honest, nothing I can really put my finger on; a generalized discomfort has prevented much other activity apart from less than routine fish-feeding, bird-feeding, tomato watering, and regular re-orienting of my seated position.
Strange how a generalized griping sense of dis-ease seems to emanate from discomfort in either a little finger, or more usually the armpit. Only when I pin my upper arms tight to my torso and sit back with forearms pinned behing my lower back does this discomfort ease. Fortunately these phases pass but, at present they too frequently return interfering with my appetite and much other attempted activity.
This morning, after a fulfillment of bed-rest, sat in the living room sipping at a wake-up beverage, I observed the following simple display which I posted as a tweet (line breaks of course omitted) - I've already posted it on 'Mal's Factory' but thought I'd share it here, to show that even in my temporary slumps into a pathetic despondency, it's still wonderful to be a part of this amazing creation:
Strange how a generalized griping sense of dis-ease seems to emanate from discomfort in either a little finger, or more usually the armpit. Only when I pin my upper arms tight to my torso and sit back with forearms pinned behing my lower back does this discomfort ease. Fortunately these phases pass but, at present they too frequently return interfering with my appetite and much other attempted activity.
This morning, after a fulfillment of bed-rest, sat in the living room sipping at a wake-up beverage, I observed the following simple display which I posted as a tweet (line breaks of course omitted) - I've already posted it on 'Mal's Factory' but thought I'd share it here, to show that even in my temporary slumps into a pathetic despondency, it's still wonderful to be a part of this amazing creation:
I see the lavender
transformed
into a fluttering
of butterfly wings.
Large whites
re-emphasize
the colour
of their perching
bloom.
transformed
into a fluttering
of butterfly wings.
Large whites
re-emphasize
the colour
of their perching
bloom.
Malcolm Evison
12 August 2010
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