Doug W. Evans 8/30/22 Doug W. Evans 8/30/22

She Has a Perfect Role Model

“like Jesus counting each one of his tiny lambs
she will not rest until they are all accounted
and her everlasting quilt of kindness is spread”

Doug W. Evans 8/30/22 Doug W. Evans 8/30/22

Silent Words

A Love Poem for Diane

Doug W. Evans 8/26/22 Doug W. Evans 8/26/22

My Tattered Fleece

“I was reared amid the highlands
as a disheveled mountain goat…”

Photo Courtesy of Rod Sorenson— rcoakley.com

Doug W. Evans 7/30/22 Doug W. Evans 7/30/22

Infinite Tears

electrified in trembling
voltages of the night
I roll myself over
to gaze into your eyes…

Doug W. Evans 7/14/22 Doug W. Evans 7/14/22

Water and Us

This poem may possess another
abstract or far deeper meaning
beyond the first obvious impressions…

Doug W. Evans 7/7/22 Doug W. Evans 7/7/22

Our Falls

“water always displays its grandest spectrum of
kinetic color and beauty in a rare but delicate
moment of pure vulnerability…”

Doug W. Evans 7/7/22 Doug W. Evans 7/7/22

My Albion Basin Paradise

“High in the towering sanctitude of the Wasatch Mountains, overlooking my innocent childhood home, lies a hallowed cirque of life known as Albion Basin…”

Doug W. Evans 6/27/22 Doug W. Evans 6/27/22

Loftier Trails

trails render our escape
they trap our darkness
upon outcrops of repose
and soothe our anxieties
in meadows of wildflower…

Doug W. Evans 6/7/22 Doug W. Evans 6/7/22

My Passage

“it is most exhausting
to alter the passage
of my endless river”

Doug W. Evans 5/22/22 Doug W. Evans 5/22/22

Finding Poetry in My Depression

“and now—after many long—scribbled out years
stumbling over words with my heavenly creator
I have finally learned to humbly deal with it—
even through all its unexpected ebbs and flows”

Doug W. Evans 5/22/22 Doug W. Evans 5/22/22

The Digital Drain

“While effective in small unremitting measures, social media can quickly spread its hellish wreak into selfish indulgence, clothed in unbridled egocentric shadows of xenophobia, racism, misogyny, and narcissism. And after a daub of digital numbing—you will never seem to have enough virtual friends and followers.”

Doug W. Evans 5/9/22 Doug W. Evans 5/9/22

Billions of Years

…an artistic work of divine beauty
born within a colorful variety

Doug W. Evans 4/27/22 Doug W. Evans 4/27/22

Friends In Rivers

“when these hands of friendly earth open wide
rivers of meditation will reflect your soft heart”

Doug W. Evans 4/16/22 Doug W. Evans 4/16/22

Dreams That Become Us

“trapped in places—we dared not venture
fixed in shapes—we risked not touch
arrayed in colors—we often ignored
traveling in lifestyles—we did not understand
and speaking in voices—we failed to hear”