Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Those last lines.So sweet.
"The cold is like a fear forgotten." Excellent!
lovely. reminscent of my overcast morning here and my reluctance to get out of my warm bed and face the day.
Can't tell if this is sunrise or sunset - lovely all the same.
Splendid imagery, Jason! Very beautiful.
This is very lovely. Especially liked "The cold is lika a fear forgotten without its blood."
I love that "cold is like a fear forgotten" line. Such a great line - really pretty poem. You have such a way with words!
Bernita, the sweetest for me too. Inspired by Aine.Jaye, the real morning was unsettling, but it was like waves crashing around me, not penetrating.Kaycie, photography from a moving car is always a challenge. Split seconds make all the difference. Thanks!Ybonesy, I would have preferred to stay in the warm too!Wilf, this picture was the closest feel. The real sunrise was even more ominous.Vesper, thanks. :) Fall such a passion-filled time.Szelsofa, glad you enjoyed it. :)Anti-Wife, yes, like a shell of a fear. It had the shape, but not the power.Ello, thanks for saying so. Funny how I go from writing contracts to writing poetry. One of these days, I'm going to mix them up.
Where the rumpled covers lay... ah what great images that portrays.
I love the imagery in this.
i love little poems!
Sounds like winter is coming, but you are still warm. Tell me, what permits this for you?
Hi, Jason!I love your pics. There is always something haunting and beautiful about them and the poetry only adds to their allure. I enjoy the play of light and clouds...natures palatte (sp).TTFN
Vixen, much more comfortable than pressed covers.Verilion, much appreciated!Kali, short poems paired with pictures are my favorite. I like how they complement one another.Mermaid, I suppose it's the belief that there is always warmth when you compare two things. Even an igloo is warm in the middle of the Artic.Michele, autumn always spins the most beautiful and dramatic skies. Glad you enjoyed this one!
It's been mentioned in the comment thread several times, but I do so agree what a choice, palpable line the following is:The cold is like a fear forgottenCheers.
Soulless, sometimes cold can be potent, and sometimes superficial. I was exploring that distinction.Angel, that was a cool picture!
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