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.

 

Malcolm Evison

 

18 February 2007

 

INDEX.

ADAM.

EVE.

FELL FALL.

A WAY OF SEEING.

SQUIRREL IN THE RAIN.

CONSULTATION.

OLD COMRADES.

BEING.

GETHSEMANE.

A SPUN ILLUSION.

A QUESTION OF BALANCE.

A PISCINE PLOY.

MIDWINTER TREES.

IMPROMPTU (For Jack).

GOING HOME.

FLUTTER BY MOMENT.

A NOBLE SILENCE.

POETRY SHUFFLE.