If I were carved wood
a polished accessory
I'd hold drinks unspilled
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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~
17 comments:
Unspilled? You'd be my wooden mate old bean!
And your glass would always be full.
Longing for the quietude of inanimate objects?...
Love the pic!
A most creative Haiku. But why ruin beautifully carved wood with watery ringlets?
What a great haiku!
Four Dinners is singin' my song. Everybody needs a friend who will hold your drink without spilling it. Or drinking it!
Love it Jason. Beautiful. I need some more unspilled cups in my life. Send one over?
Drinks unspilled - so much unsaid here, Jason. Stories behind the story. Great work.
Love a good haiku.
Four Dinners, I'm definitely the table for you.
Walking Man, full, but I couldn't move a hand to drink it.
Vesper, I could use that too. :)
She Poet, you're right. You can never get those water stains out.
A Writer, thanks. :)
Laurel, just a little sip?? Okay, no. It's totally safe with me.
Tabitha, such people are definitely nice to have around.
Karen, I think it's cool that you can sense what I've woven back there.
Angie, now I just have to write one! ;)
And those beady eyes speak, and speak, and speak. Love this!
Do you keep things so contained because you want to, or you have to? So much said in these lines.
A table? Ah. See, that's why it pays to read the comments before leaving one. Because my initial reaction was to say,
"Ah, Jason, you're SO much more than a wooden coaster, my friend..."
:-)
I am the clumsiest man you'll ever meet when comes to handling drinks. Thoughts however, that's another thing...
Nevine, I'm sure she (the statue) has seen much.
Kaye, I'm forced to. By my own constitution. But it won't sit, either. Rebellion churns beneath the surface.
Terri, I was imagining myself like one of those wooden butlers. A nice, carved statue with hands holding a snappy little table. ;)
Aniket, just so you don't spill them on someone else. :)
Turning an end table into poetry... I love visiting here...
:-)
love,
me
PixieDust, thank you for being a part of this place.
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