I Learned…

My Poetry and Prose Blogology

Doug W. Evans 6/28/24 Doug W. Evans 6/28/24

I Learned…

“I learned from my years…”

Doug W. Evans 6/26/24 Doug W. Evans 6/26/24

Climate Change

“ice
gently recedes
beneath warming climates…”

Doug W. Evans 6/25/24 Doug W. Evans 6/25/24

Trilogy

“attraction
is love’s first
fixation…”

Doug W. Evans 6/19/24 Doug W. Evans 6/19/24

A Shrill Moon

“howls revere spring nights
her masked moon shivers tales
in strawberry light…”

Doug W. Evans 6/7/24 Doug W. Evans 6/7/24

Bluebells

“introverts in bloom…”

Doug W. Evans 6/5/24 Doug W. Evans 6/5/24

Green Neighbors

“green neighbors taunt me…”

Doug W. Evans 6/4/24 Doug W. Evans 6/4/24

Shapes of Time

“time screams merciless
vindictive boulders
crushing worn fingers…”

Doug W. Evans 6/3/24 Doug W. Evans 6/3/24

Rollie Pollie

“pure—innocent children

making friends with bugs…”

Doug W. Evans 5/29/24 Doug W. Evans 5/29/24

Dandelion Peace

“summer’s breath of dawn
unfolds gold with early light”

Doug W. Evans 5/24/24 Doug W. Evans 5/24/24

Flower Moon

“alabaster moon rising
engulfs our mountain valley”

Doug W. Evans 5/23/24 Doug W. Evans 5/23/24

Sail Away

“political squalls
creep into my swirling mind”

Doug W. Evans 5/18/24 Doug W. Evans 5/18/24

Wolfsbane

“anxious—pretty memes
sprouting zealous soft color
praise your swift plucking”

Doug W. Evans 5/15/24 Doug W. Evans 5/15/24

Dark Jade Woods

“hiking dark jade woods
calm winds whisper healing words—
I remember you”

Doug W. Evans 5/6/24 Doug W. Evans 5/6/24

Plunges

“divine plunges
of smothering night
choke my dark demons
of daylight”

Doug W. Evans 4/29/24 Doug W. Evans 4/29/24

Memories

“my relentless fears—”

Doug W. Evans 4/28/24 Doug W. Evans 4/28/24

Clouds Cloak Fervent Suns

“clouds cloak fervent suns
helping us grow and stand firm
in soft rains of hope”

Doug W. Evans 4/14/24 Doug W. Evans 4/14/24

Psithurism

“old trees never seem to care
about how they appear
or what they once spoke…”

Doug W. Evans 4/9/24 Doug W. Evans 4/9/24

If I Could Unearth

“If I could unearth
lost paths in soft—forlorn hearts
I’d draw gracious maps”

Doug W. Evans 4/7/24 Doug W. Evans 4/7/24

Nests

“in our eclipse of age
we imagined calm bliss
in soft—empty nests…”

Doug W. Evans 4/2/24 Doug W. Evans 4/2/24

Antibody

“my bones are etched in peens of ache

and my lungs are hardening to stone…”