ALICE

ALICE

A Poem by Vol

All that’s left for me is

a tendril of smoke to

trickle out of your ashes,

your leftover sugar meds,

heart meds, asthma meds

your empty clothes lying flat,

folded and lonely.

© 2024 Vol


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Vol
Just one of the stab wounds...

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A stab in the back breaks your heart.. then all you have left are the drips and drabs of her life....and the uncertain path forward...the memories of your life together....whether they will fade or remain vibrant...no one can be sure...melancholic, lonely.....
Warmly, B

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

2 Weeks Ago

Betty... I have been a blessed man. In my 75 years, I have lost very few of the people I love... My .. read more
Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

You are blessed!!!🌷🌷🌷



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Death is an unwelcomed houseguest that never leaves. I suppose each reader will draw something personal from this, as with me, it's my older sister. When she died unexpectedly, I flew home to help my niece with the funeral arrangements and to box up what I could of her clothes and personal items. I slept in her bed for the week I was there, in her room, where you could really hear the December wind whipping around the corner of the house. I didn't want to disturb her things, the manner in which she left them...the clothes "neatly folded and lonely"...as if waiting for her return. The melancholy here is what wounds the heart, Vol. You penned it with brevity, beautifully!

Posted 1 Week Ago


and it is in all of those empty corners, shallow fragments of alice's life will show through. you will search for her in every surface, every drop of land. every person will become some version of not her and it is going to hurt. it'll hurt like hell. but in that hurt you will breathe, make peace, and walk on.
this poem reminds me of my late mother and how I still cherish her old things.
this poem reminds me of my love and how I still find his things in our house.
-mabel

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

2 Weeks Ago

Mable Mae,
I see you know exactly and from personal loss how easy it was to write this. I kee.. read more
A very poignant write embroidered in the saddest words, Vol. I felt exactly the same when my Mam died. All her little bits and pieces, tablets, clothes in the wardrobe all served as sabres to stab my mourning heart. But we have the memories, pure and genuine to bring us comfort. We will always miss them until we are reunited with them again. Thank you for sharing, Vol...

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

2 Weeks Ago

Marie,
A person is never really gone until the last tie someone speaks their name. I think i'.. read more
Marie

2 Weeks Ago

A person is never gone, dear Vol. They walk beside us until we are with them again. Only the body is.. read more
It isn't much to account for a life and the memories you made together, is it Vol?
I remember thinking that very thought when my Dad passed and his personal possessions were boxed up for a charity shop and his meds were sent back to the pharmacy to get rid of safely.
My mum decided that I should get his SOS med-alert necklace, which sadly got lost in a house fire a few years back, but my best memory was when we got their aged photos of their youth professionally fixed up and given to her as a remembrance. It was just one more smile for her to go among the funny stories we all told about him during the wake, which think started when I told them all of my last memory of him.
It was in hospital just before he died when he struggling for things to say during a visit piped up that he had tried corn flakes that day for the very first time! I couldn't quite believe it and eventually managed to ask him "and what did you think of them?"
He replied "Well, they were okay... but I didn't fancy that semi skilled milk they served it with!
And semi skilled milk it remains to this day. Every time I see it in store it brings a smile to my face.
😃

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

2 Weeks Ago

Lorry, Man,
Puts a lot off stuff in perspective... all our possessions are nothing more than .. read more
Lorry

2 Weeks Ago

Yeah Vol. It brings to mind a fave album by the streets in my younger days. It was called "everythin.. read more
Powerful poem and gives me a tinge of sadness...my mother's name was Alice. Alice Irene Brule.
I feel this is how my dad felt when she passed.
This poem reminds me of the poem "Folding Laundry" that I used to teach my lit classes.
j.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

2 Weeks Ago

Thanks, Jacob... It's a long road to go down,...
A stab in the back breaks your heart.. then all you have left are the drips and drabs of her life....and the uncertain path forward...the memories of your life together....whether they will fade or remain vibrant...no one can be sure...melancholic, lonely.....
Warmly, B

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

2 Weeks Ago

Betty... I have been a blessed man. In my 75 years, I have lost very few of the people I love... My .. read more
Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

You are blessed!!!🌷🌷🌷
So sad and dark it unlike the words in the poem builds its fire as the poem dies. Powerful in its demise. A lovely poem.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

2 Weeks Ago

Thanks, Soren...
By the way, I had my introduction to Philosophy when I was sixteen and stud.. read more
Soren

2 Weeks Ago

Funny that you say that it was not from him that it came but my father who got it from an uncle and .. read more
Vol

2 Weeks Ago

WHOA!!! Cool!

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Added on November 4, 2024
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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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