QUICKENING

QUICKENING

A Poem by Vol

I’ve been a sentient tree

for most of my life. And

it’s that time of year, you know.

I wake up, and everything except

me is covered with leaves.

My leaves.

The ones I grew.

Each a thought

of something else

I need to do,

a place I want to go,

beauty to find...

love to give...

and get.

The sky is a grayer, 

the wheel turns,

the constellations move.


The longer time spins,

the faster it goes;

the days shorten, the decades too,

all of them on their backs,

they tumble in a chill breeze

to anonymous decomposition 

in the tangled underbrush.

Sartre, Eliot, Picasso, just

so much detritus left to rot

in a place I have always been.


Wait! Wait just a minute...


There I am!


No... It’s just my likeness,

and when I turn away,

that guy reflected in the lake

is on his own.

© 2024 Vol


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"leaves... Each a thought
of something else
I need to do"

I liked the idea of leaves as fallen memories of plans and aims. It could be the subconscious reason why we like to walk on fallen leaves, listening how they are cracking under our shoes. We wondering in hope to finding what we wanted and from a pile of ashes create to do list of hopes.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

7 Months Ago

Kate,
Thanks for your response. The concept of time and how it relates to us as we pass throu.. read more



Reviews

"leaves... Each a thought
of something else
I need to do"

I liked the idea of leaves as fallen memories of plans and aims. It could be the subconscious reason why we like to walk on fallen leaves, listening how they are cracking under our shoes. We wondering in hope to finding what we wanted and from a pile of ashes create to do list of hopes.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

7 Months Ago

Kate,
Thanks for your response. The concept of time and how it relates to us as we pass throu.. read more
Life changes and goes quickly much too quickly sometimes. We ponder and wonder about things we want to do and where we want to go. We look at our reflection contemplating many things

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

7 Months Ago

PB,
I often think about humans wandering through time as though anything we think about has a.. read more
Poetic Beauty

7 Months Ago

Ahh art and philosophy is or was someone’s else’s passion the created great pleasure for them. T.. read more
Vol

7 Months Ago

PB,
I know, right? The human experience as we understand it is purely from our Western point.. read more
Tremendous work. You make this come alive. Very well crafted.

Posted 8 Months Ago


This reminded me of the mirror men statues of Loch Earn (see my new avatar and you'll see why) which look stunning when you finally get close enough to see it isn't a family just idly chilling of a day, which you thought may well be frozen in place to the spot.
I can picture some worse for wear through inebriation of some kind looking for a flotation ring yo through them, right up to the point they see their own reflections bounce off them and a "what the funk???" escaping their lips, as they do that old black and white movie double take, before swearing off drink for life! ☺
When they first appeared, the mirror men statues caused outrage, because it was a family with kids and it freaked real kids out, thinking the mirror kids where drowning!
Now thankfully they are all full sized growed ups and back in place after bring removed for a while (maybe they threatened strike action if they didn't get to sit in front of a fire during winter)
And yes, I agree with the leaves too and ma nature should have a word with the wind, or at least buy it a rake to sweep up the leaves! ☺

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lorry

8 Months Ago

Then we're screwed because by now we are infested by snowflakes demanding everything they don't like.. read more
Vol

8 Months Ago

Hahahaha! Christian, Atheist, Hindu or Buddhist... THE END TIMES ARE HERE, and I agree with Eliot,read more
Lorry

8 Months Ago

Like an asthmatic cat farting, we will all just disappear up our own self importance, never to be th.. read more

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Added on March 16, 2024
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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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A Poem by Vol