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Lesley-Anne Evans
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- Hometown:
- Okanagan Valley, British Columbia
- About Me:
- Wife, mother, writer, poet, daughter of the King… my desire is to express my heart in worship to God and draw people closer to his heart.
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- http://mygracenotes.blogspot.com/
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I saw a poem
something there
just beyond the obvious
and, like a trout hovering while the fly is cast and
insistently played upon the surface of the pond,
I felt it drawing me
words forming on my silent lips
as God spoke poem into existence
and I, taking the barb-less hook
swallowed deeply.
Lesley-Anne Evans
07/04/2009
*Selected as a Jewel in the Faithwriter's Jewel Chest
Posted on June 23, 2009 at 3:14am — 2 Comments
How words do or don't feel
I said them out loud to you
slowly,
and pronounced each syllable
carefully.
Listen, I said,
can you hear feelings in these words,
…“his voice fell, like drops of cool water, into the silence”
You looked at me innocently and smiled.
What does water have to do with silence, you said?
But don’t you think it’s a beautiful image that these words create, I said,
like how the drops cause the water to ripple outward
mirroring the sound of his voice speaking
fi… Continue
Posted on March 24, 2009 at 8:04pm — 2 Comments
Incoming mail
virtual relationships
than those you have to
look in the eye.
No demands for attention
aside from the ocassional bling of
incoming mail.
Just say enough to be interesting
in a vaguely engaged way,
and log off before you get
drawn in
too
deep.
Lesley-Anne Evans
Feb. 2009
Posted on March 18, 2009 at 2:10am — 1 Comment
Altar
I drag it up
and lay it down
only to pick it up again,
and here I am,
ashamed,
hooked in,
co-dependant.
Laying my Isaac down
sounds so noble,
honourable,
but with coals glowing hot
on the altar,
my greedy fingers reach out
to snatch back
the sacrifice.
I convince myself of
another way,
with another lamb,
'cause this one is virtually unblemished
and strangely precious.
Somehow larger than life.
And although I know a
higher
holier way
waits on the other side of the flames,
I choos… Continue
Posted on March 11, 2009 at 2:37pm — 1 Comment
Road Warrior
a brown speckled bump on
the solid yellow line
of Gordon Drive.
Feather’s ruffled by
intent mini-vans and
self-focused lives,
her expiration date is blessedly past.
They say mallards mate once,
for life,
and I wonder…
what will he think
when she doesn’t come home for dinner?
Posted on February 25, 2009 at 6:26pm — 1 Comment
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Thanks for the post, in fact I have been trying and thinking about writing something poetic but no inspiration so far, tell me does poems need to rhythm as such as this has confused me as some poems don't seem to and some do.
I did do some poems many many years ago!, but not very good stuff and it was a period when I was depressive and somewhat suicidal and the poems represented that but that's all in the past I'm glad to say.
Well have a blessed weekend, it's cloudy and cold here so hope you're getting it better in the US.
every blessing in the spirit,
Gordon
I'm just a new member myself, really love your blog entitled 'Hawk'.
I not talented like you in writing poetry but love to read lovely poetry especially that which glorifies our King.
Have a blessed week,
In His Grip,
Gordon
Blessings, Connie