DALI DREAM

DALI DREAM

A Poem by Vol

Blue skies, turquoise water,

and a melted watch were time

itself when rockets and shuttles

were tigers in the blue...

when Florida was home

and the beach was a

national seashore where

a few of us fished and surfed

and a few others went nudist

five miles down the way.


Those were the times

when the space ships blasted

and the Shuttles still shuttled

in a grand ole time of

sunshine and outer space.

You could point sixty

degrees up at the blast of

fire that grabbed your bones

and shook your rib cage.


It was an empty time,

it was a time when I had

everything I needed and

a lot of what I wanted.

I had blue-green water

white sand, and NASA.

I had the best kids ever,

good friends, and a boat.


Fishing in the surf was

epic, dancing in the tow,

the arc of weighted bait

flung into inner space

in a sacrament of line

spooled out, and a smooth

flow of time to wait for

an orgasm of writhing,

reeling, and battle until

a silver knife flopped

onto the shore at my feet.

© 2024 Vol


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I like the shiver of your last two lines. Time itself can feel surreal. The contemplation of memory does end this way for me at times. The nostalgia of the past set alongside the present can make it hard to distinguish what exactly has changed—me or the world. The world (life, experience) does change me so it feels there must be some reciprocity.

I really enjoyed the use of “empty time” where you placed it because it is an unexpected use of the word empty and when held up to your final image creates a sort of echo. We have this space where things feel open, full of possibility, an order understood, and also safe. There’s a sense of knowing what will come next that is offered, almost promised, by the building of the poem that rattles on the ground as that knife falls.

This is sort of like revisiting memory with someone else and finding their memory is completely different. Or perhaps simply becoming disillusioned by what the past makes us feel. I’m not sure. I will think about it a bit more but I like the thoughts it induces for me. I like this duality in the universe of the poem. The comfort alongside the disappointment. I’m not sure if disappointment is the word I want but it is my first instinct. Great poem.

Posted 22 Hours Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

17 Hours Ago

Ellis,
Thank you for your wonderful review! I love it when conversation that belongs in a qui.. read more



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I like Dali, I think, but it is way more complex than that. On the one hand he painted Christ of St John on the cross, which is a brilliant painting and is now housed in the Kelvingrove art gallery, which was my local gallery growing up, but on the other hand he does look a bit like he should be making and selling ice cream,or is that just because when I was a kid the local "Icey" (ice cream van) was run by a guy with a weird swirly moustache, therefore making him every parents worst nightmare!
But don't you just love it when you have a Dali-esque dream? I think they were my anxiety dreams, where I would be thinking I was in an exam with no idea how long I had left, as all the clocks had melted! (I knew it was an anxiety dream though, because I was mute in them and they are the only guaranteed way of shutting me up! 😃
I'd have loved being around in the first days of space flight, but now its like " another rockets going where? ....Meh!"
On the plus side though, Musk might take his new buddy the Trumpet to Mars with him, God help the Martians! 😃

Posted 21 Hours Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

5 Hours Ago

Lorry,
Hahaha!
He was a Genius. I was introduced to his work in a trade journal for je.. read more
Lorry

5 Hours Ago

Bloody rich people! Think they can own everything and anything. Should be a law against it, like tak.. read more
Vol

1 Hour Ago

I am absolutely with you... I remember when the Navy purportedly shot down Flight 800 out of New Yor.. read more
I like the shiver of your last two lines. Time itself can feel surreal. The contemplation of memory does end this way for me at times. The nostalgia of the past set alongside the present can make it hard to distinguish what exactly has changed—me or the world. The world (life, experience) does change me so it feels there must be some reciprocity.

I really enjoyed the use of “empty time” where you placed it because it is an unexpected use of the word empty and when held up to your final image creates a sort of echo. We have this space where things feel open, full of possibility, an order understood, and also safe. There’s a sense of knowing what will come next that is offered, almost promised, by the building of the poem that rattles on the ground as that knife falls.

This is sort of like revisiting memory with someone else and finding their memory is completely different. Or perhaps simply becoming disillusioned by what the past makes us feel. I’m not sure. I will think about it a bit more but I like the thoughts it induces for me. I like this duality in the universe of the poem. The comfort alongside the disappointment. I’m not sure if disappointment is the word I want but it is my first instinct. Great poem.

Posted 22 Hours Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

17 Hours Ago

Ellis,
Thank you for your wonderful review! I love it when conversation that belongs in a qui.. read more

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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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