Evan leads poetry discussion groups at the Cathedral and is the visionary behind the Hidden Cathedral Poetry Festival coming up on April 25, 2020.
THREE POEMS
ONE
As silence takes hold
color folds flame
Formless
as we were nothing
before
displayed atop
eternity (a
frailty)
Waves beat against
the concrete pier, ruined,
like a body thrust deep
mortar lines glisten grey
spirits caught asleep
Silence takes hold
Color stays
whitening to blue
and
silence remains
TWO
Far to the west beyond these empty
forms of worlds pinnacles of lives
points conspired together
hills crest they break in snow
and threaten to become unify
in holy and ecstatic rites to
transmogrify with the clouds
now stooping pale and trembling
with dew and haze to kiss the stern
tops of stone
All Falters to One.
THREE
It is impossible to desire :
the breath holds the hand
falters Vanity catches
in the mirror
Before the tongue’s red
moistens the day
and noon birds contemplate
night’s song
Then aware the hearings
done and the fall has away
The Symbol stays the
Faint remains.