My Poetry and Prose Blogology

Ragged Maps
Poetry Doug W. Evans Poetry Doug W. Evans

Ragged Maps

“…I’m compelled to ask one solitary—stark question
deep within the hallowed sanctums of my spiritual
confessional—    What would Jesus do?…”

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Mapmakers
Poetry Doug W. Evans Poetry Doug W. Evans

Mapmakers

“Beginning in my timid youth
I crafted meticulous maps
with squiggly lines and words…”

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Some Dreams Evolve
Poetry Doug W. Evans Poetry Doug W. Evans

Some Dreams Evolve

“while appearing to subsist in normality
encircled by lights of love and security—
not every shape of life we encounter
floats on calm mirrors of untainted waters…”

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My Old Eyes
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My Old Eyes

“now—as my old eyes fade into flint
to humbly close in a fading entropy
I hope to carry one precious virtue
to a never-ending world of spirits”

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My Water Cycle
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My Water Cycle

“I love to watch the leaves change
then tumble into grass-wrapped fingers
of vibrant but obscure autumn streams…”

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