Evon O. Poems

I’m Not Stuck. I’m Rooted.

Sometimes, what others call “waiting” is really just growing in place. This poem is for the ones who stay with their healing, who bloom slowly, fiercely, without apology.

Poem against a background of a Tuscan garden in full bloom.
What feelings have others tried to rush you through? What happens when you honour your own timing?
Evon O. Poems

This Room Has No Clocks

Time behaves strangely when your heart is on pause. This poem is for the days that stretch, the seasons that fold into one another, and the windows we stare out of while we wait for a different kind of weather.

Poem against a background of a moody, vintage oil painting of a woman sitting by a window and writing in her journal by candlelight.
What are you waiting for that cannot be rushed?
Evon O. Poems

The Candle’s Been Lit All Along

I’m not searching. I’m preparing. There’s a quiet kind of hope in making space for love without needing to chase it. Here’s a poem for the ones who tend the hearth without knowing who they’re waiting for.

Poem against a background of a moody, vintage oil painting of a cafe in Verona.
What does it look like for you to prepare space in your life for love without chasing it?