turning

turning

A Poem by Vol

In Memphis, a long time ago, cold was a new

adventure of hunting on my uncle’s farm

for rabbits and squirrel, fried up by Mama

and set steaming on the kitchen table where

talk of the day’s tramp in the dead woods, icy creeks,

and hurting fingers, froze as memories I still enjoy.


It’s the first crisp day of this late autumn;

the edge of cool cuts my skin and propels

a shiver through the interior dark. Hackberry

leaves rain cankerous yellow through the shafts of

a thinning glare just now topping the mountain,

a promise of things not to come in this late hour.


This first crisp day portends something duller

than I like. Some kind of loneliness not aligned

with friends or family; the looming parties laden

with candy and gifts are not the symbols they

used to be. They do nothing to ease the pain

of a thousand cuts too shallow to see.

© 2025 Vol


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The autumn and winter seasons can be difficult for people and make them depressed. Then add in the lack of family around the table for Sundays dinners and bare holiday tables make the season almost unbearable and dreary.

Posted 8 Hours Ago


Pain is at least a reminder that we are still alive Vol.
Pain to younger me was the walk home after a snowball fight, with numbed fingers from taking gloves off to make snowballs, but incomprehensibly putting them back on to throw them.
Now just even the sight of snow makes my arthritis play up and I scowl at winter, before closing the curtains and pretend it's summer... it never does quite work though!
Remember how eager we were to run back up the hill that we just sledded down to do it all again? Makes me tired just thinking about it!
Nearby village recorded the coldest night so far this year with a near minus 18!!!
I'll be back in spring, as I'm gonna give that hibernation thing a go!
See you when the icicle melts!
😃

Posted 12 Hours Ago


"Pain is invisible" to those who do not share the same sort of grief ......

Posted 18 Hours Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

15 Hours Ago

Stella,
I think about that quite often/ Nobody feels anyone else's pain, and even their sym.. read more
Stella Armour

11 Hours Ago

I have had more surgery than most people plus cancer in my life Vol, but that is not that pain that .. read more

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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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