Ode to Dot

This poem is for Dot (and her family) whom passed to the great beyond a few weeks ago. The poem was taken from the many meanderings of her children....as Dot had dementia. She was however very sweet, and always had a smile for me.


Strong yet sweet she had a quick wit,
She didn't take anybody's s---!

She loved to garden, loved crosswords too,
and often enjoyed watching her family (from her bedroom window) in the pool.

She had a gusto for life and lived it well.
So today we'll celebrate her life and say a fond farewell.

Bon Voyage Dot, have a great trip! love you, Donna

The Gift

Give me, give me, stuff me full, of love, of affection
of all that is good!

Tell me I'm beautiful, slim, and smart,
and I'll give you all you want...straight from my heart!

by Donna Evans 9-12-12

Trees, Trees, and More Trees

Widespread and graceful sweeping the ground,
Boughs laden with leaves of every color abound.

Willows, Oaks,Sycamores, and Elms to name a few,
I love them all with their striking hue.

Some barks are smooth, and others are rough,
Like the Redwood trees I can never get enough.

All shapes and sizes the leaves they fall,
Swirling, and floating as the wind gives its call.

It's autumn then winter, it's time to rest,
So when spring time comes we'll look our best.

by Donna Evans  9-12-12

A Tribute to Dixie

This letter came about in 2004 after the death of a very dear friend of my mother. She infused herself into the lives of all who came into contact with her, and I was one of them.


Death it seems so final. What's the point of life?
We're here and then gone. Most of us don't make much of a mark, if any at all.
I'll miss you Dixie....I don't know what the point of your life was, but you did make a mark...
for me anyhow. Your constant good humor and your naughty girl attitude ...even at 80
something,...was inspirational. Your thirst for life, and I think you lived it to the fullest
was apparent.You'll be missed by many I'm sure. Bye for now, have a great trip! Love you, Donna

My Love

My man is a balm to my wounds.
He accepts me for who I am,.....
battle scars and all.
He tells me I'm beautiful first thing in
the morning....bad breath, hair sticking
out everywhere, and sleep
still in the corner of my eyes.
Now that's love!
If I gain a few pounds I'm still his
beautiful woman.
Sometimes I can be a shrew, and he loves
me even through this.
He's the keel of my life, my husband.

by Donna Evans 8-26-12

The Non-Entity

Anxiety! That's what I feel.
An overwhelming pressure of
feelings and emotions!
Anger, fear, not measuring up
to anothers criteria!
Plunging  into darkness, alone
sleepy, cold, numbness, death.

by Donna Evans 8-11-05

FEAR

Engorged with fear, I feel ready to explode.
It's forever just under the surface.
Just out of reach for me to be able to dispell it!
Fear has life in me.
The molecules of it penetrate my very being.
Where do I start, and how can I seperate it from me!
Fear is all consuming.
It's an entity that grows little by little until it is born.
It's pararlizing!
It takes away your humanity, and turns you into a cowering animal.
This has been my destiny.
This is the inheritance you left me.
Your choice to abuse me changed my life.
You crossed the line and changed who I could have been!
Now that I realize this I can change my destiny.
From this point on I will meet fear head on.
I will deal with it, I will conquer it.
I can and will live a new life, a fuller life, a life without fear!

by Donna Evans 7-22-04

The Mask

Buried in the earth the worms eat away the strife,
That has been heaped upon me in this life.

Out I shall come bones gleaming as can be,
Out I shall come I'll be free...I'll be free.

The mask removed, I'll be me ...I'll be me!

by Donna Evans 9-11-12

The Tides of One Life

Abuse and pain have been a part of me too long.
I am going to forgive the wrong.

Scalpel in hand, cancer in sight,
I'm going to cut away this blight.

Wholeness and peace I will feel once more,
As the tides go in and out on my emotional shore.
I run, I escape, I've learned to fight once more.

by Donna Evans 9-10-12

Me

Meek and mild with a bold flair,
These are dualities my essence shares.

by Donna Evans 9-9-12

Escape

Coming out of the closet of shame and abuse,
I no longer wish to be a recluse.

Clarity of mind and scarred soul,
I don't know if  I'll ever feel whole.

Testing the waters, taking a dip,
Rejoining scociety is difficult I quip.

Climbing, climbing, and climbing out of my self dug pit,
I will  no longer take anyones shit!

Climbing the peak from the top I will soar,
Releasing anger, angst,and ill will from my core.


 by Donna Evans 9-9-12

Just Thinking

Solemly I sit deciding what should I write? What are my thoughts? Are they profound? I'm not sure, but I would like them to be. What is a profound thought? Is it a thought that makes you feel  good? Does it make you feel intellegent? I would like to know. Can I have a profound thought? Am I capable? I think.......maybe yes. Iwill have one tomorrow!

      by Donna Evans 7-3-04

The Sunset of my Soul

Blowing, moving, fleeing, stretching across the sky,
Blue, purple, orange, yellow, red floating over the ocean,
Peaceful silence, calm reflections,
Lazy evening ventures, watching, waiting,
Bursting into my visual senses, claiming my mind,
soothing my sorrows, fulfilled!

               by Donna Evans 9-1-12

The Attacker

Darkness....darkness everywhere darkness.
My thoughts tangled and twisted,
My actions faulty and incomplete.
No end to the terror...no light to be seen...
no answers...no forgiveness.
No life to live.

   by Donna Evans 2011