THE BIG EMPTYA Poem by VolSometimes the furnace burns low, and the embers slumber like a pool of dragon eyes, winking red.
I get lazy when the fuel is too far away to stoke, and I’m too tired to care.I have to believe there will always be enough time to scrape the ashes and start over.
I’ve thought that for a very long time. A very long time. Forever.
Time does what it does best, though, and runs out. And when it does, your eyes go empty. Like my father’s, like Alice’s, like everyone’s who ever lived.
We know it’s true, time runs out; ends... becomes non-linear. It does no good to fret for your own dead body, that bag of dissolved chemicals in water. You won’t miss it.
Be careful, though, and don’t mistake your imaginary malaise for a clock that has lost its hands. Use your bright eyes to look around for one more apple to eat, another mountain vista, and a plateful of good love in a cozy cabin, curled up by a hearth full of dragon embers.
Copyright Vol Lindsey 12/18/2022
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3 Reviews Added on March 30, 2023 Last Updated on March 30, 2023 AuthorVolGouge Eye, TXAboutMy 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..Writing
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