Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Ohhh isn't she lovely!the poem tooWonderful!
It is where two souls meet, touch, and hold hands.I felt like one soul was already gone, while she still held his remnants of dust in her hands.
The photo and poem offer such peace. It gives one the hope of being nurtured into eternity.Both poem and photograph are sublime in their essence.
Anna, isn't she amazing? In the picture, and even standing there with her, I kept expecting her to look up. The sculptor captured so much life and emotion.Mermaid, beautiful words. I can see that connection in her face.KLG, it gives one the hope of being nurtured into eternity. He does seem to be a presence for her, if only in her heart.
I've heard of angelsheard their voiceswind chimesa filigree of crystal notesa Peruvian flutethat travels a trade winda magic carpet of soundyes I've heard of angelsand their wings of sorrowraven birds tetheredto a burned out stara blackened star tuckedunder a feathered wing a stoneangel who weeps at your headI heard her whisperAre you happy?
Anna, that's beautiful!! Did you compose it? It definitely sounds like your style.I heard her whisperAre you happyWow. That line really grabbed me. The whole piece hinges on it.And now she waits for an answer.
Lovely poem. The word choices allowed you to say much in few words.
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