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M L Evett Mar 2017
Zephyrs blow o’er the meadows bright
As flowers dance to my delight
Sweet serenades from birds on high
Float to my ears, on grass I lie
Babbling brooks soft harmony add
I smile for this all makes me glad
Picnics spread their checkered banner
Fill the air with friendly banter
Rabbits do their hop-freeze-hop dance
And squirrels in acrobatics glance
At all us merrymakers spread
Below with all our jam and bread
The springtime at long last is here
This season is to me most dear
M L Evett Feb 2017
A Trav’ler lost inside a world
Wants only love to be unfurled
Two roads diverge, both cloaked in mist
The one not chosen will be missed

A Trav’ler wanders ‘round the mews
Wants peace of mind, gets morning news
So many voices lacking tact
And telling that which is not fact

A Trav’ler's heart is filled to burst
And mind a maze of twists and turns
Now etches life onto a page
Black ink replaces blood today

A Trav’ler weaves yarn through the loom
And knows the thread leads to a doom
But trav’lling just to move through skein
Seems pointless and, oh so mundane

When trav’lling is all that you know
It can be hard to stop and think
Oh what is all this trav’lling for?
A Trav’ler shrugs, but dreams of more, to soar
M L Evett Feb 2017
This autumnal heart of mine
Yearns for days of cooler clime
Branches, black, through white mist peer
Grasp at their last leaves, so dear,
Flaming fading life of summertime

Biting frozen morning air
Fills my nose, I long for where
Sunrise fogs in gold streaks lay,
O’er frosty dew, circles fay
Spiders’ diamond webs my soul ensnare

Frosted breath and sweater sleeves
The dry smell of fallen leaves
Winding mazes through the corn
Scarecrow faces, so forlorn
Find in twilight equinox reprieves

Smell of wood smoke, festive spice
Jolly pumpkins’ flick’ring eyes
Misty mountains, moonlit trees
Crisp crack crunch of fallen leaves
I feel most alive as the year dies
M L Evett Feb 2017
Rain on asphalt in city lights
Glistens brightly in the night
Steam, exhaust wafts through the air
I run my fingers through your hair

At other times, I can't decide
Past, future battle in my mind
But right now I'm happy here
You are my life my darling dear

And if at times, I seem apart
Know you're always in my heart
Other things I can't decide
As city lights flit through my mind
M L Evett Mar 2017
Her smile is verily my life’s bright sun
Her hair a waterfall of autumn leaves
My puzzled mind her wit has solved and won
By kiss of flowers she my heart achieves
I know that I have found my life’s true mate
When her I see my heart is light and warm
With her fore’er I gladly seal my fate
She will in goodness all my life transform
I do not know what storms we’ll brave at sea
Together we will journey far and wide
What ports we visit I can’t wait to see
I’ll sail with her until our eventide
With ring of heavy stone I gave my oath
*To love and cherish you, I pledge my troth
M L Evett Feb 2017
Deep in one late midnight's sleepless dream
That, while truly finite, endless seemed
Wandered I into a tree-ringed field
Where to me this odd scene was revealed

Between the trees, much like crystal glass
There was frozen water on the grass
Then transformed before my very eyes
Snow turned to cloud, and began to rise

The clouds puffed up, and let out a wail
And me, with rain, hail, began to flail
Shelter, found I, with a massive tree
From the vengeful maelstrom to be free

There I found, alone among the wild,
Was a very melancholy child
He told me stories that, once, were glad
Which he twisted, and made rather sad

When at last the rain had gone away
He then turned to go, without a wave
But gave me, with sympathetic sigh,
A fortune, that things would go awry

Ventured I, into the grass, so wet
Yellow boots spaloosing every step
Diamonds fallen from the sun did shine
Now the meadow seemed so very fine

Little rainbow fish swam to and fro
And a frog had found a boat to row
Songbirds tweeted from their twiggy beds
Smells of grass and rain filled up my head

Then I realized that he had been right
Even though the world did shine so bright
My boots had vanished, gone, from my feet
Which then made my toes so cold, I eeked

I awoke then with a mighty start
Great enough to nearly burst my heart
Then I found the flood around my toes
That, out of my wine glass, had arose
M L Evett Jun 2017
Du bist das einzige Mädchen Ich liebe
Du bist das Einzige für mich
Ich will hier mit dir bleibe
Mit meine Schatzie – dich

Rosenrot, du hast mein Hertz
Mein Hertz, er brennt für dich
Diese Welt ist zu kurtz
Für eine so schön wie dich

Ich werde hier mit dir bleibe
Zur ende dieser Welt
Und so ich zu dir schreibe
Und gebe meine Liebe zu dich.
The first (and so far only) poem I've written in German.
M L Evett Apr 2019
Sorrow courses through my veins
From my heart where self-doubt reigns
I do not want to face tomorrow
With its promise of fresh pains
I can’t stand this constant sorrow
Choking me in iron chains
And dragging me through icy seas
Of anguish through which I cannot row
And tossing me on ragged knees
Onto a shore of miseries

Sometimes I feel that I will drown
In tempests of my own design
Or in serotonin ups and downs
Raging in my shadowed mind
In this state I cannot see
How to row to safer shores
Or drain the sorrow from my veins
Or feel at peace with life once more

But was I ever truly well?
Or is that the past I wish to see?
As I hear the tolling of the bell
Of my desperate heart and destiny
M L Evett Feb 2017
Mountain winds sigh
Mountain winds caress my face,
Hug me in a fond embrace
Pine their needles wave a greeting that is ancient, timeless, now
Lake of liquid sky ripples near my feet,
Waves of past, future in the present meet

Mountain winds breath
Standing tall against the skies,
Mountains, alpine rulers, rise
Clothed with cloaks of aspen, pine, and jeweled with snows and river flows,
And crowned with diadems of wisp-spun cloud
While birds their piquant trills and whistles sound

Mountain winds roar
Rain itself flings to the ground,
Light and sound clash round and round
Huddled under thrashing boughs, I cower, exult, in the cry
Of earth and sky and wood together torn,
The trees and stones by wild west wind are worn

Mountain winds whisper
Water droplets on the grass
Bend the blades like arcs of glass
Fragrance of new rain and dirt, pine resinous and flowers wild
This is but my dream, my homeward yearning,
Of the mountain winds’ great endless churning
M L Evett Jun 2017
I love you as a deer loves the embrace of sun-dappled groves,
      An oak the earth, a robin the nesting crooks of leafy branches.
This love comes naturally.
You keep me grounded, and give me a home in which I am free to grow, entangled in you.

I love you as an eagle loves the lifting currents of the wind,
      A dolphin the waves, the tides the pull of the circling moon.
This love comes naturally.
You give me strength, the courage to strive to be a better person, not tomorrow, but today.

I love you like a lion’s roar echoing across the savanna,
      A moonlit kiss, Olympian gold glittering in the eyes of a cheering crowd.
This love come naturally.
You awaken my passion, stir my hearts’ depths unlocking feelings I’d never knew existed, till now.

I love you like no one I have loved before,
      And for reasons singularly different
      Than I will ever love again.
You are my rock, my muse, my fire.
I have never loved anyone
      So naturally.
M L Evett Jul 2017
And I Pined for a Warmer Clime

        I was lost on a vast, dark sea,
        For many days in misery.
        I pulled my oars to paddle on,
        If only for new scenery.

        Some days brought me gusts, gales, and storms,
        Lightning flashes and thunder roars.
        Then I’d sail in an inky night –
        The clouds concealed the stars from me.

What I Found There was Life Sublime

        But then came, wafting through the air,
        A gentle breeze, its aroma rare.
        Its whispered name of beauty spoke,
        The fragrant scent my heart awoke.

        I found the isle, smooth beaches white,
        Red grass waving in sunlight bright.
        And at night all the stars shine down,
        On this island, my home I found.

I Send You My Heart in a Rhyme

        Sometimes still storms will rage around,
        But I’m safe now – your love I’ve found.
        In your safe harbor, I am now,
        Here all my troubles run aground.

        I send my bottled love to you –
        With you I know my course is true.
        A future with you I can view,
        We'll plot a course, just me and you.
M L Evett Aug 2018
Flickering lanterns
Floating in the twilight sky
Lightning strikes far off
M L Evett Mar 2017
New photons scatter through the sky
Refractions enter in my eye
The planet turns on axis high
And I see now a bright sunrise
M L Evett Feb 2017
There once was a hedgehog who sang the blues,
And every day he'd sing his lonely tunes.
I asked him if he'd sing a happy song,
But he said not since he'd been wronged
By a certain red-hatted gnome
Who had driven him from his home.

That bad gnome, you see, had stolen his dreams,
And absconded with a mistress of seams.
With this seamstress the hedgehog had fallen in love
After she had sewn him some quite dashing gloves.
And while they then had a nice picnic,
In the rose garden, a place thought quite chic,
The gnome had more money
So she called him honey.

Then off they did roam, the seamstress and gnome,
Around the world, calling all places home.
The hedgehog ran off away from that place
Hoping to never again see Gnome's face.
But sadly Gnome found a job on TV
And every day he the hedgehog would see.

All this the hedgehog told me that night
As he sang in the pale moonlight.

Later that week I was back in that place
Where I found him with a smile on his face.
I asked him why he was so full of cheer.
And he told me that the seamstress was near.
She had left the gnome who was a rascal.
She had found with him naught but a fiasco.
From the hedgehog she had run,
But now to him she had come.
For she knew he did love her,
And he would be her lover.

Thus ends this story of seams and true love.
They lived ever after making their gloves.
For my wife, because she loves hedgehogs.
M L Evett Feb 2017
darkness

silence

stillness

motion in waiting
waiting in motion

that which has come had already occurred

all of nothing is one of everything
that which is not, is

the broken circle is whole

that which is, is not
everything at once is nothing at all

that which is yet to come will occur again

motion is waiting
waiting is motion

movement

sound

light
(This is one of my stranger poems - I am experimenting with opposites, inspired by Taoism and Zen koans.)
M L Evett Apr 2017
I write so memories I can recall;
While effortless at first, they soon dissolve.
I write to crystallize in written form
A vanished space and time while it’s still warm
In my minds’ eye and easily transposed
And can upon your mind be re-imposed.

I write emotions down upon the page
To set them free of this corporeal cage.
I write to clear my mind of dusty moths,
Which overwhelm with multitudes of thoughts,
And waves of feelings that I float upon,
Which build like ocean storms and toss me raw.

I write to catch the beauty of the worlds,
To purify their multi-facet swirls.
I write to sip the essence now distilled,
So when the world in darkness, woe, is chilled
Remember sunlight’s hidden undertow
And needs your heartfelt courage to re-sow.
M L Evett Feb 2017
White snow sparkles bright
I breathe in the sharp cold air
A blood red leaf falls

Lamplight glows on snow
Wood smoke in the cold night air
Yule-tide memories

A squirrel on the snow
Scampers off without a sound
The fence is empty

— The End —