PASSIONA Poem by VolThe writing seminar broke for ten minutes. I went outside the ivory tower to feed my smoking demon in the shade of an awning. I carefully packed the bowl of my pipe, looked to see the tobacco was level and smooth, fired up, took a deep drag, and blew a thick stream into the air.
Students ambled one by one or two by two toward summer classes, and an early release from boring lecturess and stifled thoughts. One motored by in a wheelchair, and a professor, dressed like a clown without even meaning to, sped past on an electric scooter, frizzy red hair like a basketball bouncing on his shoulders.
I drifted with my smoke...
A sharp whistle from above my line of sight brought me back, a flash of crimson Cardinal perched four feet away to investigate a slip of paper discarded on the walk. He turned one black eye sideways to the ground, then the other, hopped a quarter turn to face me…
Skeee!
Flipped his wings and went home.
The unsated demon in my lungs, sighed when I rose too early so I could print this picture and nail it to a wall inside my head.
I wonder if it is just me, or did Hironimus Bosch also work this way? © 2024 VolReviews
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1 Review Added on February 18, 2024 Last Updated on February 18, 2024 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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