Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Feeling a little spring fever, Jason? Nicely done.
Beautiful Jason! Me, I'm still listening for winter! ;)
i just love that imagery!
exactly what i needed on a day like today. beautiful.you slay me with your poetry, jason.
and your god/gods answered
Calming & soothing especially for me, Jason. Thank you.
Jaye, perhaps. I'm ready for something new.JLB, yeah, good point! We really have had nothing around here, having we?Angel, thanks, my friend. :)Kate, what a nice thing to say! I'm honored to share it with you.Mermaid, in a way, perhaps.Susan, I'm glad I could give you a moment's peace.Inconsequential, :)
What lovely and so peaceful poem. I love it.BTW, Im Empress Melanie the Malleable of Pease Pottage so you too will have to curtsy to me :-).I like your title too. I blog hopped from susan's and found a very talented poet which I already knew. Hope you don't mind my friend?Stop by mine again but remember to bow.love-bd
Me too ;)Although I suspect I'll need to wait a bit longer than you for spring.Great photo and lovely words, Jason - strong imagery.
I really visualised that, Jason. Nice.
BD, thanks so much for the kind words and the link from your blog. I've linked to you also. Susan's place is wonderful place to meet, isn't it? *bowing*Terri, we just have to keep telling ourselves it's coming.Shameless, much appreciated. :)
Enjoyed the imagery and sounds of my friend the wind. Particularly liked these lines "I touched/Stillness pounding" and later "listened for spring."
Cathartic. To have the wind as a companion is conducive for listening. ^_^Thank you for dropping by my site. Much obliged. Cheers.
I can feel you listening.Your poetry always touches me.loved this!
I spoke into the windThe wind answeredI sawConstellations ancientRenewedI awokeWhen the wind had goneI touchedStillness poundingLike a stormI spoke into the windAnd listened for springAmazing
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