Lesley-Anne Evans


creator | facilitator | soul friend

Meaning is not my creation.
This poem is yours now, read into it
what you wish, what you hear
of echoes. The colour of the sky
may predict the future;
clouds may have illuminated thoughts.
I write only what I see, what I cannot say
as well as I wish to. Like an oriole’s high notes
falling from the oak tree this morning,
or the pebble of your voice dropping through the phone
at 4:27 pm; the ripple of who is gone now,
and who is left behind.
We must each write our own story.
We must each find our way. It is all meaningless
unless we believe something.

Lesley-Anne Evans

Website design and marketing by Rochelle Heinrichs
Portraits of the poet by Giovanni Vidotto, Gioklik Studios,
 Wendy McAlpine, and Claire C. Evans.

2 thoughts on “

  1. This is very exciting Lesley-Anne! Love it! Excited to see how your inspiration ripples out and expands the creative potential of all influenced by it.

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