60s Music / a poem in progress by Tom Evans

50’s music — straight standards with strings — Sinatra Fatha’ Hines — my parents’ music Schmaltzy corny square, any way you Want to put it — understandable After a Depression and war.   I was a captive audience, Who, while hearing, wasn’t tuned in, Much less turned on, knowing there must be a better way.Continue reading “60s Music / a poem in progress by Tom Evans”

SYMPHONY / a new poem by Tom Evans

Lie down and hear the music. Brahms. Hear the melody as it moves, The blend of the instruments, The cadence of the violins. Imagine the shadowy dancers Waltzing on the polished floor, Revolving, pausing, Beginning again. Feel the breeze Through open windows As it ruffles clothes and curtains. See the tent of sky above, TheContinue reading “SYMPHONY / a new poem by Tom Evans”

 (But I Didn’t Die) / a new poem by Tom Evans

A.A.’s kidnapping and drowning When I was a child, horrified me, And still does. It was an image of my Own childhood — To be taken away In the midst of play — What to say to the little Brother (almost a twin) Left behind? He, too, came home To an empty room.   YouContinue reading ” (But I Didn’t Die) / a new poem by Tom Evans”

Say It Isn’t So / a new poem by Tom Evans

Days of summer gone. If I had written a line like that, Joe Bolton, I would have died A happy man. Why did you do it, Were you half in love with Easeful death? How did you do it? Did you bite your tongue? I would understand If that was the case. You see, IContinue reading “Say It Isn’t So / a new poem by Tom Evans”