I swayed in your summer-warmed whispers
And the rasping voice of the sea
Seduced by soft spined stories
Learning what it meant to be me
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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
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22 comments:
Awesome Jason!
To me, your lines express the beauty of spending time alone.
This is such a soft spoken memory that I feel as if I have heard your thoughts. The alliteration is beautiful. I want to speak this aloud just to listen...
Lovely lovely. You have me hooked at the first mention (or picture) of an ocean. It sounds like siren calls, and I like your use of the word 'rasping', something grating there, it isn't all soft, it has an edge, a seductive soft spined edge, a gentle edge. We do learn when things rock the boat don't we? Yet your picture denotes smooth sailing. Beautiful and inspiring! I think I have an idea what my next post will be. (BTW I'm having nightmares with wine glasses in them, thanks Jason :-P)
that felt like a hug! i love it!!!
The ocean has been my greatest and most beloved mentor through the years, too. I think of the sea as the heart of Mother Nature. I've gone to her for counsel many times through the years.
:)
I love the colors in the photo! And, as always, I'm in awe that you can create such specific feelings with words. I didn't notice the alliteration until I read Karen's comment. It reminds me of the sound of waves and wind.
:)
The pic is serene and peaceful. And lovely lines...
"Learning what it meant to be me"
PS: Can we post the pic of the wine glass on our blogs to spread the word or can we post a link to it?
Very nice.
Beautiful!
On Saturday evening I saw a yacht that had overturned in stormy weather in a little harbour nearby where we live (literally 'bottoms up') - it was one of the saddest things I've seen. Your picture is much better!
Beautiful pictures...lovely words to accompany it as well.
The photo starts the whisper...and it just gets softer and more exciting from there.
I love - "Seduced by soft spined stories." wow
And...I'm always "up" for alliteration, as a poetic device.
I think anyone would go willingly into the arms of a siren like this. I was lost in the few words. Wonderful and free.
Margaret, that's a very good perception. In a way, this poem is about the first time I had enough self-awareness to be alone.
Karen, what a sweet comment. It was very much in the spirit of what I was trying to convey. :)
Catvibe, begone nightmares!! Thank you for your close analysis of the poem! Yes, I was going for some of the sea sounds and wind in the words themselves. :)
Shadow, felt like a hug...I loved that!
Aine, I love that we have that in common. I think our experiences of the ocean were somewhat different in their character and drive, but they are intimately related. I have no doubt of that.
Aniket, thanks, my friend. :) And yes, please feel free to use the contest photo.
Charles, much appreciated!
Terri, ack! Accidents at sea are especially sad and frightening. I hope no one was injured in that wreck.
Meghan, thanks. :)
Kaye, you liked that line, eh? :) Reading was such a strong part of thost memories that I was reliving.
Woman, a siren call to the past. Maybe a piece of me wrapped myself in what it was like and was reluctant to let go.
For once all the 'caps' don't bother me. This is just such a gentle touch. Lovely, you.
Oh, how beautiful this is, Jason... I have to sigh... Give me the sea and and the summer, and I will be at peacea and at home...
It was upon the back of a raging North Atlantic that I began to learn fear and the conquering of it.
I would have taken the gentler lesson had I a choice.
Nicely positioned here Jason. I like it very much.
I like how peaceul this poem is. It gives the reader a feeling of comfort.
The melody of your words is so soft and peaceful...quietly and gently romantic. Very nice.
SarahA, do you mean capitalizing the beginning of sentences? Thanks for the praise. :)
Vesper, I'm very happy that the peacefulness came through for so many. Maybe you can retire to that house along the shore....
Walking Man, Navy or a merchant ship? I've spent a bit of time on the inland waters, but never out in the high seas. I imagine it's an awesome feeling knowing how far into a hostile region you are.
Szelsofa, I hope you enjoyed the comfort. :)
Chris, quietly and gently romantic...that's such a perfect description of the moment I was hoping to capture!
Yes. Kinda spoils the flow of the read for me.Just seems so old school.A pet peeve of mine *sigh* Ignore me.
Navy..USS Myles C Fox DD829 173' from bow to stern and 73'at the beam.
SarahA, I'm glad to hear that perspective! Although it's not a strong reaction in me, when I see all lowercase, I tend to feel like the words are timid. Like the speaker is unsure or the sentiments don't really want to be said.
Walking Man, I looked up the ship on the internet. Looks like it was a fine vessel.
I 'hear' you.Perhaps a combination of both. Yes?
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