AIR CONDITIONED

AIR CONDITIONED

A Poem by Vol

AIR CONDITIONED


From my fat chair I can see

through the bay window

that the robins and wrens

are replaced by shoals of starlings

that wheel like crowds of anonymous

faces leaning into an empty wind

from up the street.


No one seems to notice

the absence of red and green.


They, we, I find solace in

high definition hooked up to

cables and wire, all our thoughts

upholstered in unnatural cloth. 

We do not know what is in

the dirt under our fingernails,

have never heard of loam,

never bathed in a creek,

or killed the food we eat.

On the other side of the glass

the starlings are gone.

© 2023 Vol


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And I wonder what we'll all do when a solar flare causes us to go back to the dark ages, or worse, an attack from within. Most of us will still be looking at our useless screens wondering what happened to the TV schedule, while wondering why apps no longer deliver our food.
I am typing this from my own fat chair, wondering if I have the energy to make another coffee before watching the next must see episode of (insert any title here.)
And I bet all the best caves are already gone! 😊

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

1 Year Ago

Hahaha! I remember the sixties when my hippie friends and I wondered just how thin the veneer of civ.. read more



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hi vol,
yes i've also noticed there are hardly any spiders in our garden compared to a few years ago, & we do not use any poison sprays.
everyone loves our creature comforts, including me, particularly the air con as one ages.
in the shopping centres, you don't see many sparrows anymore, I read somewhere a while ago that about 70% of their population has disappeared.
i wonder if people take their eyes off their phones long enough to even notice.
cheerio carola

Posted 1 Year Ago


Vol

1 Year Ago

It is a sad and dangerous time, and none of us have any idea what to do about it. Great harm has bee.. read more
We take life for granted when blessed with modern-day conveniences. For all the blessings, we lose sight of those things that are really important - fresh air, sun on skin, barefoot with our toes in the earth, savoring a sip of fresh, cold water from a running stream, etc. Our soul, however, never forgets; and I think this is why people are never content. Well done.

Posted 1 Year Ago


It seems that we are headed toward implosion but it has seemed that way for as long as I can remember. I believe society isn't smart enough to implode, they just flock like starlings and grackles and crap on everything waiting below.

Posted 1 Year Ago


And I wonder what we'll all do when a solar flare causes us to go back to the dark ages, or worse, an attack from within. Most of us will still be looking at our useless screens wondering what happened to the TV schedule, while wondering why apps no longer deliver our food.
I am typing this from my own fat chair, wondering if I have the energy to make another coffee before watching the next must see episode of (insert any title here.)
And I bet all the best caves are already gone! 😊

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

1 Year Ago

Hahaha! I remember the sixties when my hippie friends and I wondered just how thin the veneer of civ.. read more

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Gouge Eye, TX



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My name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..

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