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Free verse

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I went to high school

with nerds, All of us!

We did things like

audit philosophy and  

comparative religions

at the local college.

We listened to Grace Slick

And fed our heads; we cared

a lot about what we learned.

Today, not so much.

Things fall apart,

The center can not hold.

My knees on the ground

beside you, naked in the grass,

puts Plato to shame and makes

Nietzsche croak like wind in dry grass.

Cosmology is nothing to

when we skinny dip in the white water

creek tickled all over, cleansed

to the bone, laughing in great yawps

and crawl into the lazy sun

on the back of this boulder where

the depths of space fold into a

small pocket. Here, we breathe

everything that ever happened,

everything ever thought,

everything spirit ever dreamed

about the nature of God.

Copyright

Vol Lindsey

3/14/2012

Reviews

[Neville]

Having just visited your most recent post (here anyway) I felt somewhat compelled to see where you might be coming from my friend .. and was not in the slightest bit disappointed .. in fact, much to the contrary .. now then, more to the point, they say you can beat an egg and a drum and a rug maybe .. but you just can't beat a bit o timeless literature in which both Grace Slick and Nietzsche both feature so prominently .. Very muchly enjoyed sir .. and then some .. Neville

[Vol]

Neville!
Thank you for your kind response! I believe good poetry is words made into jewelry. It is not dependent on the poet. Discovering any good poem, no matter where, or by whom, is an experience all by itself causing the reader to pause and reconsider, well, EVERYTHING.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Vol,

Very enjoyable thoughts set to pan of page here in your journey to a time in the past that you so obviously enjoyed at the time of those times in a time now lost to the past but in memories do live on ...

Marve

[Vol]

Marve,
Thanks, man! The lush forest of Hemlock, Hickory, Oak, and Holly beside a cold Appalachian creek is a favorite "Thin Place" for me. And yes, in my twenties, with my beautiful, young wife, we left the cosmos breathless.
Vol

[Kelly Scheppers]

I was mesmerized, impressed and left in absolute wonder in the reading of this piece. Oh, how I wish I had written it! So good to meet you, Vol!

[Vol]

Oh, my goodness... blush! I'm glad you enjoyed it! It is all true.

[Kelly Scheppers]

So amazing!!

[Chris Shaw]

Sometimes I ponder on what I learned at school and how relevant it has been on my journey. In truth much of it hasn’t been. There is nothing like the experience of living, to aid our learning and growth. The final eleven lines of your poem really spoke to me. That is where our learning and growth takes place. In the natural environment and with our relationships with people. That has taught me far more than Pythagoras and all those equations I struggled with.

[Lorry]

The ending reminded me of Carl Sagans enduring speech of life on this planet and what surrounds us in his Cosmos epilogue.
We learn when we are young but the true experience of life is to live it and our perceptions of our moments lived can be ever changing in our mind, depending where we are on the path that is life that is all that we have been.
An excellent and thought provoking write that encompasses all we are, have and will be.
A very enjoyable write indeed.

[Vol]

Thank you, Lorry for your thoughtful comments. I differ from Sagan in that I believe the cosmos is infinitly conscious, and the benevolent creator of everything. But he had wonderful insights and is the best speaker I've ever listened to.

[Lorry]

I am considering similar of late. That connections of life surround us everywhere and the further you look the more you see connections in everything alive that goes further than we can comprehend in nature or the cosmic dance of being.

[Sami Khalil]

Nothing is dry about your poetry: it is alive with ideas and passion. I like where you are taking us.

[Vol]

Thank you, Sami, for your kind remarks and encouragement!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome 😊.

[Sami Khalil]

"My knees on the ground

beside you, naked in the grass,

puts Plato to shame and makes

Nietzsche croak like wind in dry grass."

[Sami Khalil]

"Cosmology is nothing to

when we skinny dip in the white water

creek tickled all over, cleansed

to the bone"

[willweb]

Moments like this do exist, poetically or not. Those moments when everything we see, smell, touch and feel come together and we rejoice inside for the beauty we are given each day. I like your poem and how it dances about and I too was a Grace Slick fan. She paints now, did you know? Reading this takes me back to younger days but brings me smiling in nature. Wonderfully crafted.

[emmajoy]

Your 'Sinister' couldn't be more different from this lively yet smooth theatre of age and passion.. all described in the shadows of philosophers and the like plus, the ways God holds Man in His truly enveloping, living vibrant world, life to life and with it. How true is this if one remembers what being human truly means..
Here, we breathe
everything that ever happened,
everything ever thought,
everything spirit ever dreamed
about the nature of God.

[Vol]

Thank you Emma! I rarely get to speak with anyone who actually gets it... I have often wondered what someone might think about my ridiculous bounce from subject to subject... I never know where one word will lead.

[emmajoygreen]

That one word can create magic.. and does.

[Vol]

Clotho speaks...