FRESH AIR (thin places 3)

FRESH AIR (thin places 3)

A Poem by Vol

My feet are in love with mossy, 

black earth under a canopy of trees,

soft, yet strong enough to feed

the wide Oak, tall Pine, smooth Hollies,

and Hemlock, hold them anchored

inside the sounds of water splashing

over rocks and wind in their leaves.


What was it like when we wandered

through in our loin cloths and thin

shoes, did we pause the hunt, rest

on a log, look around and smile?

Were we more attuned, less uneasy,

or so hungry every rustle of leaf

and limb meant survival. Or not.


We were prey, dodging the

toothy swift, with their fangs and claws

that meant survival... theirs or ours.

Or not. Oh! Then, we were truly alive.

But was it any different, less chancy

than a drive to work in a speeding

three-ton box of metal so we could

buy our food instead of kill it?


The tribal brute in us is tamed,

we've become romantics, and 

can only dream of the noble 

savages we were.


Our mother can be harsh,

but I don’t care, because

everywhere I turn, a bird

doodles the air with flittering

wings and whistling trills.

I want to die here with

a smile and a sigh.


© 2023 Vol


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Or you could just go to any soccer match and watch the crowd de-evolve in front of your eyes and drop down the food chain a rung or two.
I do wonder though what the sound made that melted their head when they were met with the advanced tech of the day, like a stick with a pointy rock (spear) or when they were out maneuvered by the new techs removal of pointy rock, which would have then made a club, and so on, until we end up with trump as president, who doesn't even deserve a capital letter in his name.
Remember, some things are enough just the once! 😊

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Vol

10 Months Ago

Lorry,
Since you are wondering, those left behind technologically are those who were conquer.. read more
Lorry

10 Months Ago

No. Why?.....
Vol

10 Months Ago

Because emotion wins over logic. Every time.



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Thank you for this, Vol. I felt very much in your images, especially the first stanza. Beautiful work.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

10 Months Ago

Elizabeth,
Isn't it a fine thing to get lost in a poem, any poem? You never know when one wil.. read more
Or you could just go to any soccer match and watch the crowd de-evolve in front of your eyes and drop down the food chain a rung or two.
I do wonder though what the sound made that melted their head when they were met with the advanced tech of the day, like a stick with a pointy rock (spear) or when they were out maneuvered by the new techs removal of pointy rock, which would have then made a club, and so on, until we end up with trump as president, who doesn't even deserve a capital letter in his name.
Remember, some things are enough just the once! 😊

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

10 Months Ago

Lorry,
Since you are wondering, those left behind technologically are those who were conquer.. read more
Lorry

10 Months Ago

No. Why?.....
Vol

10 Months Ago

Because emotion wins over logic. Every time.
Dear Vol,
We have evolved into something very different from what Nature meant us to be. We were to prey or be prey. Now we feel and act as if we are above it all. Meanwhile, Nature stands all around, watching us guardedly, quietly, perhaps resentfully. It's indeed very exciting to think how the laws of prey and predator may have seeped into the machinations of our civilized world. A very thinking poem. I'm so delighted by the way you take my thoughts into such unexplored places.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

10 Months Ago

Divya,
We all do what must be done... or not. And we are born into the time meant for us. Bec.. read more
Ayvid N

10 Months Ago

Indeed, and that's why poetry should be prevented from becoming a dying art. I noted the names of th.. read more
Vol

10 Months Ago

Ah, a cultural slip! I cope by enjoying art language and painting, sculpture, etc. My favorite poets.. read more
I love this piece! Now, don't get me wrong, I respect progress, innovation, and stuff + I love city lights. But I feel sorry that we're forgetting - can't generalize, but apparently will - the truly important things. I'm not talking only about true friendships and a nice cup of coffee (emo+glimmers). But the magnificent ones as well - the greatness of nature; harmony throughout; our origins and potential.. We've more focused on those mundane things that it seems the real beauty worthy of celebration and respect has become so transparent as a shadow of what it used to or can be. Oh, I'm now writing whatnot - there's just so much I'd say. Bravo and thanks for sharing this with us, really thought-provoking (and lovely descriptions, scenes, everything)!

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

10 Months Ago

Milana, The Navajo express it as "walking in beauty"
and we carry that with us always, we are.. read more
Now I know the origin of road rage.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

10 Months Ago

John,
Hahahahaha... We come by it honestly... And now we know why the aliens haven't made con.. read more
What a wonderful piece! I'm a city boy myself, so my appreciation of nature came later in life. Maybe civilization has pacified us, but good Lord is it convenient! Great read, thanks for sharing!

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John Sullivan

10 Months Ago

Ahahaha, nice. My dad used to take us up to New Hampshire camping every year. Once we got lost and e.. read more
Vol

10 Months Ago

Love it... Talk about declarations... we were in a big crowd waiting to be seated at a Cracker Barre.. read more
John Sullivan

10 Months Ago

Ah, that's great! I dig Cracker Barrel, always get the big breakfast with the country fried steak.
I agree romance is a product of civilisation. But is love? Could it be the saving of humankind along with fire and an opposable thumb?

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

10 Months Ago

Ken,
Hahahaha! The last time someone suggested that, He got nailed to a tree..
Vol

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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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