Her Echoes

Her echoes …
He washes upon her shores in loving waves

Her echoes …
His tender voice floats to her on the breeze

Her echoes …
His electric touch that lingers on her skin

Her echoes …
The sensual taste of his lips as he kisses hers

Her echoes …
The magical feeling as he flows inside her

Her echoes …
Thoughts of him ripple through – awake or asleep

Her echoes …
Dream whispers sent for her – from his soul

Artist: Charles Dwyer; Poet: Mike Evans

Empty Chair

In his mind, she is smiling and waiting just inside to greet him
He absently struggles with the lock to the front door
Reluctantly, it finally accepts the key and opens

In his mind, she rushes up to welcome him home with a kiss
He catches himself before saying “Honey, I’m home”
He would smile and tell her all about his day

In his mind, the best part of his day is about to begin
The silence inside echoes in waves all around him
He sits heavily in her empty chair by the wall

In his mind, her empty chair lies
She will always be with him
In his mind

Artist: Anne Packard; Poet: Mike Evans

The Little Knitters

Dently darted into the room with the exuberance of youth. His eyes wide with wonder as he watched his sister deftly play with the knitting needles. “When can I knit Ang’l?”, he almost begged. “In a while Dent”, replied Angel.

“Mom just said I could help, Ang’l.” “I know Dent – you can help by holding the thread for me. That’s an important role in knitting – you know.”

“Oh ok – what are we making again?” “It will be a sweater for grandma – to help keep her warm.” “Then, will she come outside and play with us?” “Maybe Dent.”

Artist: Albert Anker; Author: Mike Evans

Whisper Lake

on a whisper wind
her waves wash against the shore
kisses from the lake

Artist: Leonid Afremov; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans

Whisper Lake

I feel the cool Autumn breeze on my face and arms as it makes my skirt dance across my knees. It is grandma, of course, giving me a kiss “hello”. She always made these woods come alive with her stories of the wind fairies – and though mom said she was gone now, I know she is here.

Her presence is particularly strong as I near the edge of the woods – as it spills into the shore of the lake. I smell her fragrance emanating from the leaves on the trees – as they sway in the breeze around me.

I hear her lyrical voice echo from the waves – as they sweep against the shore and carry in the wind all around me. I see her smile reflected as the light glitters across the lakes’ surface.

Yes, grandma – I hear you – I’m fine…

Artist: Leonid Afremov; Author: Mike Evans

The Little Knitters

with needles in hand
smiling, the little child knits
sweater for grandma

Artist: Albert Anker; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans

Child Within

Life as a child
Passion to explore
Burning desire to learn
Everything shiny and new
Eyes bright with glowing flames

Life as an adult
Age quietly blows in
Becomes stronger each day
Searches for cracks along edges
Attempts to extinguish glowing flames

Life along edges
The child plays within
Keeps watch over the flames
Age is no match for the laughter
The child, here to stay – burns bright

Artist: John Sargent; Poet: Mike Evans

Voices Never Heard

the silence echoes
it resonates through his dreams
his children are here

Artist: Michael Garmash; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans

Symphony of Grass

her hands brush the grass
keeping tempo with the breeze
private symphony

Artist: Shannon Grissom; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans

She Wonders

is that really her
this stranger in the mirror
it makes her wonder

Artist: Norman Rockwell; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans