HAUNTED

HAUNTED

A Poem by Vol

Someone once said

Nothing is so distant

as one minute ago.”

Like a perfect face

glimpsed in a crowd with

eyes so green, and lips

so red, they start a fire,

but when you look again

she has disappeared so

all that’s left is her image

branded on the back of

your eyelids forever,

her absence as powerful

in some twisted way as

the ghost of a hero when

surprised to find itself

suddenly liberated by a

knife. 

© 2023 Vol


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We are all aware of these passing minutes, but after having lived them live in the now, they change into these perfections that we glimpsed, mainly because there is no way to go back and authenticate them.
My my, those minute agos, just keep on coming and confusing the hell out of me.
Maybe if we had longer than a minute we could properly analyse the situation and come to a solid conclusion on the matter, but we don't, which is what I use as my excuse to only finding almost perfect seconds! 😊
Nicely stated sir.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

1 Year Ago

Lorry,
NOW... what is now? So I looked it up, because I LIVE in ther "now"... "Mathematicall.. read more
Lorry

1 Year Ago

But if now is now, it is always the past, even by the time I write this!
Ah, remember that no.. read more
Vol

1 Year Ago

And in the future at the same time.... I've read time consists of infinitely thin slices (I imagine .. read more



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Wow this is powerful I had to read it twice.. it's a good reminder to enjoy every moment as life passes us too quickly. Especially the strangers who amaze us. I try to soak up the moment.

Posted 1 Year Ago


We are all aware of these passing minutes, but after having lived them live in the now, they change into these perfections that we glimpsed, mainly because there is no way to go back and authenticate them.
My my, those minute agos, just keep on coming and confusing the hell out of me.
Maybe if we had longer than a minute we could properly analyse the situation and come to a solid conclusion on the matter, but we don't, which is what I use as my excuse to only finding almost perfect seconds! 😊
Nicely stated sir.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

1 Year Ago

Lorry,
NOW... what is now? So I looked it up, because I LIVE in ther "now"... "Mathematicall.. read more
Lorry

1 Year Ago

But if now is now, it is always the past, even by the time I write this!
Ah, remember that no.. read more
Vol

1 Year Ago

And in the future at the same time.... I've read time consists of infinitely thin slices (I imagine .. read more
Interesting and intelligent write. A little confusing to have two poems with the same title but so totally different. Like different chapters in a sensual novel. Again a tremendously atmospheric write.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interesting poem. Lines are powerful. Thank you

Posted 1 Year Ago


oh that conjures some images! I like it! always a joy to read your work

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

1 Year Ago

Well, as I often say, "The image IS the message!"
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wowww, this is amazing. makes you think. the sensual mention of green eyes and red lips, and then finishing it with the ghost of a hero and a knife. short but intense, and so romantic but nostalgic at the same time... there's so much beauty in the melancholy you describe. congrats, Vol, this is very good :)

Posted 1 Year Ago



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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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