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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: writing inspiration

  • Whispers of the Green Muse | A Poem on Nature, Creativity, and the Cannabis Muse

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    This poem came from a moment where creativity felt tangled up with the natural world – the kind of moment where inspiration seems to arrive on the wind. The “green muse” here isn’t just cannabis, but the feeling of letting your mind wander into the quiet places where ideas take root and grow.

    I wanted the rhythm of the poem to feel like the ritual it references: pause, breathe, pass the moment along. That repetition – puff, puff, pass – became a kind of poetic heartbeat, grounding the wandering imagery of smoke, leaves, and the spark of imagination.

    For me, the piece isn’t about escapism. It’s about that brief window where the mind loosens, the world softens, and creativity slips through the cracks. Nature, after all, has always been one of humanity’s oldest muses.

    — Rowan Evans

    Swirling cannabis smoke drifting through a sunlit forest clearing, symbolizing nature-inspired creativity and poetic inspiration.
    Where nature whispers and creativity blooms—the green muse at work.

    Whispers of the Green Muse
    Poetry by Rowan Evans
    (written February 21st, 2025)

    I carry a pocketful of nature’s gift,
    A little bag of earthbound bliss.
    Sunshine wrapped in emerald hues,
    A spark, a flame—my mind breaks loose.

    Puff, puff, pass…
    Puff, puff—

    A breeze of pine, a kiss of sage,
    Smoke swirls like mist on a mountain stage.
    Wisps of thought take root and bloom,
    Ideas dancing in the room.

    Puff, puff, pass…
    Puff, puff—

    Eyes half-lidded, visions wide,
    Fingers race, no need to guide.
    The whispering leaves, they speak to me,
    A symphony of poetry.

    Puff, puff, pass…
    Puff, puff—

    Rolling clouds, a lifted mind,
    Floating where the muses climb.
    From soil to soul, the vines entwine,
    Nature’s magic, in every line.

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

  • Confessions in Ink | Neo-Gothic Confessional Romantic Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Some confessions are too tender to say aloud. Sometimes the ink knows them before the voice does.

    Open notebook with a fountain pen and spilled ink under soft candlelight, evoking intimate and confessional writing.
    Letting the ink speak the confessions my heart cannot.

    Confessions in Ink
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I sit with words
    trembling at the tip of my tongue—
    confessions I can’t speak,
    so I let the ink speak for me.

    Like—I love…

    the way you say my name,
    the sound of your laugh,
    that little giggle
    when a joke just lands.
    Or—
    how you make me feel safe
    enough to be myself—
    completely.

    And how you changed
    the way I see myself.
    I used to think
    I wanted to be someone else—
    anyone else.
    But now I don’t.
    Now I just want to be me—
    the me I am with you,
    the me that dreams of
    living in your world,
    learning the shape of your tongue.

    It’s kind of crazy—
    the way you changed me.
    Because when I used to feel like this,
    I ran.
    But now I stay.

    You make me want to stay.
    You make it easy to want to stay.

    And there is so much more…

    Maybe one day
    I’ll find the courage
    to speak it out loud.
    But for now—
    I’ll let the ink speak—for me.

    For more shadows and whispers, visit the Library of Ashes archive.