![]() WHATEVERA Poem by VolYou are the time I stood on the hill just above our pond to stare at the color blue set in the emerald grass, wild willow prongs to hold it all in place. A gem of a memory these fifty years later, and those vanishing seconds are woven for me to study again, to dig for how my belly tickled with beauty but…
I am still me. Entangled, re-spun, re-woven from here to all the way back there looking down at my very being on the hill just above our sapphire pond, and emerald willows. I’ll take a moment here on the edge to wonder the nature of all the billion other flashes in the weft and warp of time and gravity
cushions for me to kneel at my ebony alter where I worship beauty and take communion wine with unleavened bread in the smooth river rocks to forget those cubist cages everyone is so keen to throw up on every corner. Not me, I’ll brave the waves and mudlark around the edges of this great ocean time has filled with the stuff of whatever I am. Am I nothing more than one slice of time standing in the spillage like smoke, like your smile in the dark They lie, the jigsaw shards of all things as they have frozen, scattered at Mnemosyne’s feet.
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4 Reviews Added on March 18, 2025 Last Updated on March 19, 2025 Author![]() VolGouge 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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