Where the shadows lean
and corners open
to embrace the dark
a candle watches
unlit
and dreams
reflections of the world.
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Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
About Me
- Aine
- Collaborator and night owl.
Past Contests
- "Elemental" Short Fiction Contest
- "Uncovered" Short Fiction Contest
- "Silhouette" Short Fiction Contest
- "In Vino Veritas" Short Fiction Contest
- "Ascension" Short Fiction Contest
- "Running Wind" Short Fiction Contest
- "Whispers" Short Fiction Contest
- "Restless Dawn" Short Fiction Contest
- "Halo" Short Fiction Contest
- "Endless Hour" Short Fiction Contest
- "Silent Grey" Short Fiction Contest
- "Lonely Moon" Short Fiction Contest (with Anne Frasier)
- "Midnight Road" Short Fiction Contest
- "Two Lights" Short Fiction Contest
The Official Compilation!
Get the winners of the first 12 Clarity of Night contests in one place! Extras too!!
Categories
- poetry (193)
- fiction (180)
- vignette (106)
- serial (59)
- lyrics (56)
- personal (52)
- insights (33)
- thoughts (31)
- cemetery (26)
- forest (17)
- nature (16)
- remembrance (16)
- writing (16)
- humor (15)
- beer philosophers (13)
- boating (10)
- experimental (8)
- movie (7)
- music (7)
- INTP (6)
- beatitudes (6)
- Ulrich (5)
- photography (5)
- Nami (4)
- night conversations (4)
- cemetery reflections (3)
- stream of consciousness (3)
- Clarity Notice (1)
- emotion study (1)
Visitors
~clausum~
16 comments:
Sweet, short, but oozing meaning. Lovely
Oh lovely in it's simplicity - and so evocative. Words and image marry together beautifully.
Clever photo, great words. I'm trying to imagine what it looks like with the candle lit.
Light the candle, Jason, light the candle!
"and corners open"
Exactly.
You could build a story on that line.
Open the window, and a draft may blow the candle out.
But the writer has another thought to ignite with his words...
Saaleha, thank you, my friend. :)
Atyllah, thanks for sharing the quiet moment.
Terri, I wish I could.
Bernita, thank you. :) I did think that image was the key to this little poem.
Mermaid, I'm afraid a writer's words have only fleeting heat. The candle must be lit by hand.
I love to go where the shadows lean.
Thanks for taking me there, Jason.
~K
candle watching. fascinating.
I like this piece because of the life it breathes into the candle. Candles are such interesting creatures... they can completely change the feel of a room, especially when lit.
Also, thanks for the image - the glass chimney reminded me that I need to get some more oil for my lamp in case of those windy autumn power outages!
KLG, I know you are one of the ones who really feels it.
Jay, they are very elusive. ;)
JLB, they can completely change the feel of a room. So true. Just as they change the people in it.
Cool. Simply cool :-)
Many different thoughts, images, and moods can be derived from this one photo. Nice, Jason.
Another beautiful post and poem, your blog is a true inspiration. I have added you to my favourite blog list hope you don't mind...
What I love about the picture is it looks almost as if it was taken a hundred years ago or more. It's amazing to think about the impact of nightfall back then..
Jason, you've been busy while I've been off doing other things. What a wonderful collection of pictures and words to come back to!
Thanks for what you do!
Thank you everyone. :) The window is from the same church pictured in the cemetery post below.
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