CONSCIOUS

CONSCIOUS

A Poem by Vol

When you ride alone,

there is time to think

between the trees

and fences on either side;

a little thought breaks free

and tumbles into another

then some more

to make a cascade

so now it's double duty

the road, and a question.


Happened just the other day.

War, prisoners, retaliation,

torture, shame, humiliation,

blood, shreds of flesh

from RPG's, my brothers

and the oxymoron

inhumanity.”


A gust of wind shifts me

a little to the left,

I lose the train a moment,

then back again.

Inhumanity,”

conflict.

The passionate stuff

of literature and art;

cruelty,

pain for pleasure.


I want to pull over

squeeze my eyes shut

against myself,

afraid that down deep,

where darkness sleeps

it could be me. 

© 2023 Vol


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In the quiet moments of my sleepless nights, that’s when my mind wanders freely into the territory of the inhumanity of man. I try not to think about it but I just can’t blot it out. As I age the fear of it grows thicker and blacker and I wonder what sort of future my grandchildren will have. The world becomes more dangerous by the day. There is much in your lines which aí relate to.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


Vol

1 Year Ago

Chris,
We should be terrified!
As beings, humans pretty much suck, and there is virtua.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Have a hug and sorry about the typos. My eyes aren’t as sharp as they used to be and I am typing i.. read more
Vol

1 Year Ago

Hahaha! Well, I'm tuned into some Delta 8, so same to ya...
I have a lot of thoughts with this one. Reminds me of driving 12 hours to Carolina to visit the folks back when. And I would have music playing, usually a CD...and would be just lost in thought thinking about the past, the present and the future....lots of time to meditate on humanity or inhumanity....
and wonder where I really fit in to all this. And then when you talk about pulling over....I live for each day now being in my seventies...and get as much out of each one as possible. I also find it hard sometimes to sleep because of that feeling I may not wake up.
Somehow, I have totally related to this fine poem.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Vol

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Jacob, you speak of the poet's burden, It is heavy, but without it, we'd be The Hollow Me.. read more
It's the quiet times that get you wondering about the side you see, inhumanity or reality of war being hell and they can call them smart bombs all they like, but it doesn't help when your trying to pick up your arm that a smart bomb did it.
Those that use the word inhuman so much just happen to be politicians that sign these orders off in their billions to wipe those "inhuman" others off the map.
War is always ugly and the ugliest of all are the scars unseen.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Vol

1 Year Ago

So true, Lorry. When I think along these lines, Iam often reminded of V.S. Naipaul's story, "B. Word.. read more
There is no doubt a skilled writer has taken up his pen (or computer). I especially enjoyed the opening to this work,
there is time to think
between the trees
and fences

A really good use of line ending-it has a William Carlos Williams feel to it. (note, I use line ending rather than line break, as does critic and author James Longenbach in "The Art of the Poetic Line").

Nice poem, Vol.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


W. Barrett Munn

1 Year Ago

That's a great take, Vol. I hadn't really thought about it but what you say is right. I blame (to a .. read more
Vol

1 Year Ago

Winston!
Capitalism is in the human soul. I make a thing, you make a better one at a lower pr.. read more
W. Barrett Munn

1 Year Ago

Two threats to the democratic republic have joined hands, the American oligarchs and the American Ta.. read more

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Vol
Vol

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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