Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

Sometimes inspiration doesn’t come from a single idea–
it comes from noticing something familiar… and seeing it differently.

We’re used to hearing certain things about beauty.
Certain traits praised in certain ways, repeated often enough that they start to feel like fact.

But the more I thought about it, the more I realized–
there’s depth in all of it.

Not just in how something looks,
but in what it represents.

This piece started as a simple observation, but it became something more–
a way of reframing, of adding weight to what’s often overlooked,
and of recognizing that beauty isn’t just surface-level.

It holds stories.
It holds meaning.

And sometimes, all it takes is a shift in perspective
to see that every glance–
is saying something.

— Rowan Evans

Every Glance, a Stanza
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Sure—
blue eyes sparkle
like oceans.

But brown…
brown is the dirt
life springs from.
Your eyes—
the farmland
of the soul.

And hazel—
it’s a collection
of everything—
brown and green
laced with gold.

Green?
The color of nature—
emeralds calm—
a quiet kind
of peace.

But darker eyes…
those are my favorite.

Blackened like pools of ink,
not empty—
just waiting
to be written.

Stories spill
with a single look.
Every glance, a stanza—
every silence,
a story.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]