TO A POET I KNOWA Poem by VolEvery bit of me is still 17, full of raging hormones, eyes either wide open, or squeezed tight shut, on the hunt for some new thought, some new insight, another great love.
I dive into Renoir like his oeuvre is a pool for drowning in carmine.
Here I am, trapped in this old body, recovering from cancer, and back surgery, too.
I have no desire to calm down, to rest, or to give in and go gently. Not me, not when I have brilliant friends always peeling the onion, digging deeper, holding my spirit hand through troubled times, and smiling at this old-age angst!
It is worse this time than in my youth when everything was new and I had no idea how bad it really is out there, or how I I would miss my chance at love when you came in through
the window when I was not looking. © 2023 VolReviews
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3 Reviews Added on August 20, 2023 Last Updated on August 20, 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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