My Poetry and Prose Blogology

My Refuge of Green
Short Poetry Doug W. Evans Short Poetry Doug W. Evans

My Refuge of Green

“evergreens huddle around my dark sorrows
quieting anxious tines of ravaging nerves
whispering their draught of greener spice
I breathe spellbound in a wilderness temple”

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Spellbound
Tanka, Short Poetry Doug W. Evans Tanka, Short Poetry Doug W. Evans

Spellbound

We could save so many lives, not to mention significant money, if we learned how to turn our deep-seated political anger and division into something peaceful. With some effort—such massive energy could become beautiful!

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Learning to Listen
Poetry Doug W. Evans Poetry Doug W. Evans

Learning to Listen

“if you become lodged in cracks of despair
learn to listen to your quiet spirit’s guide
and it will bind you to a warmer paradise”

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Be The Now
Poetry Doug W. Evans Poetry Doug W. Evans

Be The Now

“peacemakers are artists of time
sculpting the present moment
as they brush over drab melancholy”

Photo and inspiration courtesy of my friend Rod Sorenson rcoakley.com

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Nature’s Song
Poetry Doug W. Evans Poetry Doug W. Evans

Nature’s Song

“did you hear the earth sigh
beneath her ginger yarns of dawn
have you crystal courage to hear
the harmonies of her sacred song”

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Potholes
Poetry Doug W. Evans Poetry Doug W. Evans

Potholes

“my spirit likes to drift lost
in these liquid labyrinths
of finely carved nature”

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The Last Waters
Poetry Doug W. Evans Poetry Doug W. Evans

The Last Waters

“when we discover the gift
and drink from the ladle
of his deep cold sating well
we choose a strenuous path”

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Snow Canyon
Prose-Poetry Doug W. Evans Prose-Poetry Doug W. Evans

Snow Canyon

“Snow Canyon remains one of those weird geographic anomalies. A multicolor marmalade adventure molded in nature's clever hands of shape, shadow, and time.”

Photos Courtesy of Rod Sorenson— rcoakley.com

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Peace Trails
Poetry Doug W. Evans Poetry Doug W. Evans

Peace Trails

“baptized in the caressing dews of willows—
we emerge beneath an azure-blue atmosphere
redeemed once again—in a fresh ray of hope”

Photos courtesy of Jessica Taylor Crystal

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