World Poetry Celebrates the Talented Carla Evans from Canada!

Ariadne’s notes: We were so pleased to welcome Carla Evans,  a talented poet and new World Poetry member to the World Poetry Café Radio Show on April 28th, (CFRO 100.5 FM) Due to so many needing to come into the show or call in, I have chosen to feature each of the three guests individually. CLICK HERE to listen to the radio show !

Our radio team: Ariadne Sawyer, Host and producer, Neall Ryon, co-host and sound engineer, Victor  Schwartzman

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Carla Evans has been writing in a variety of genres most of her life, mainly for enjoyment. She is a retired Elementary School teacher, librarian and counsellor, having had a variety of jobs before those years.  Carla has written two educational books in the nineties, entitled, “Developing with PhotoWorks; Fun, Fantasy, Thoughtfulness, Future”, and “PhotoLinks: the Picture Connection”, both published by Lugus Productions, Ltd.  Recently, her poem, “People Streams” was published in India, in an Anthology entitled,  “XX1 Century World Literature” by IICA Inter Continental. Some of her poems have also been published in RCLAS e-zine, in the last two years. Carla has a large, active family that keeps her happily busy and writing when not housekeeping, gardening, reading, walking, visiting friends, and sometimes traveling.

River Walks.

One sunny day when

News of world looked

worse than simply grim

A lovely mother smiled at me

along the river walk

She asked about the meaning

of a large mysterious art

“What really is that?” Shy, she asked

But soon tears welled within

“I am so scared!”, she told me then

“You see, I’m from Iraq

The t.v.news so worries me

though I’ve been here quite long

My son, well, he is ten right now

I worry so for him”

Her English was quite fine just then

“But I’m so scared of danger now!

Will this scare ever end?”

“I hope so and expect it will”

I soothed this mother kind

Yet deep inside my wishes were

To tell her more, in time

 

We chatted and exchanged first names

She’d finished art school once

I let her know some art group names

She added them to phone

We thought for sure we’d meet again

Small note still holds her name

I taped it on my desk at home

And noticed calls within

That echoed waves of river tides

Where seeds of purpose stirred

We parted from the river shore

And hoped we’d meet again

 

Then once again Fear spoke to me

I’d seen the young man once

Along the walk, we’d said hello,

Then there he was again

He’d run behind my steadfast walk

And stopped me just to chat

I listened well, felt strong his fear

He said it still takes time:

He can’t believe that in our town

there’s nothing quite so great

Back home in place, Afghanistan

he’d felt strange numbing fear

He’d worked inside an office then

but windows made him cringe

Yet here, no worry for the worst

No guns, nor hollers, threats from guards

Or fear of unknown prison charge

For nothing ever clear, but fear

Back home were flowers in the Spring

and beauteous seasons too

They could no longer be enjoyed

He loved what grew here true

“And all I have to do here now,”

He said in disbelief

“Is work real hard, not break the law

And I’m okay, no fear. So free”

“That’s right”, I said, “do be content

and live your life with joy

Creating lasting peace on earth

needs happen soon for all

So keep your friendly ways and learn

Work well with freedom vow

I’ll come again, but not sure when

I hope to see you then”

We walked together to the spot

where flowers white bloomed bright

Pronounced each other’s names a while

But since, I’ve missed his friendly smile

I’ve not seen him again

 

Along the river, near our town

The worries of the young

Have left a mark upon my soul

And tied me closer to heart’s goal

To walk along more rivers far

Use words to open hearts

 

Climb hills, take steps

Join working hands

Till peace replaces fear

And people all, live free

 

Carla Evans (C)  April 29, 2016

 

 

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