FORGETFUL

FORGETFUL

A Poem by Vol

A friend of mine rides hard,

tells me he’s biked a million miles

on those BMW Ks. Takes off

between semesters at the university

where he teaches the art of saying

important things with good words.

He says we’re the last literate

generation, and he must be right.


A student of my own thinks Picasso

is a good investment,

not to mention Van Gogh.

Did you hear what Christies gets

for one of those?”


Has he never heard

the sound of blues in his bones?

doesn’t he know that poetry

is good food?


He drifts like some waterlogged

leaf to the bottom, and drowns

in his own business.


What went wrong?

Did we forget to tell him

that blood is red, or that

those Sunflowers over there,

like captured stars,

are beyond anything

he can acquire?

© 2023 Vol


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People rush life these days.. they rarely stand and stare: little or no time for that. We or many, rarely notice what precious jewels there are around us everywhere, whether or not we pause. Specks, atoms, amoebic would-be's - given the chance. Your expansive thoughts should be offered to every doubtful mind or/and gifted to every heart.

' What went wrong?
Did we forget to tell him
that blood is red, or that
those Sunflowers over there,
like captured stars,
are beyond anything
he can acquire?

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

Perhaps it's best to look for the positives in the all around? It isn't always easy - true, but .. read more
Vol

1 Year Ago

Emma,
It is always the human thing to look at the dark sides of things. As poets, we see thi.. read more
emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

Of course never ignore the dark and negative but.. one can drown in them,. which is why one needs .. read more



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People rush life these days.. they rarely stand and stare: little or no time for that. We or many, rarely notice what precious jewels there are around us everywhere, whether or not we pause. Specks, atoms, amoebic would-be's - given the chance. Your expansive thoughts should be offered to every doubtful mind or/and gifted to every heart.

' What went wrong?
Did we forget to tell him
that blood is red, or that
those Sunflowers over there,
like captured stars,
are beyond anything
he can acquire?

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

Perhaps it's best to look for the positives in the all around? It isn't always easy - true, but .. read more
Vol

1 Year Ago

Emma,
It is always the human thing to look at the dark sides of things. As poets, we see thi.. read more
emmajoygreen

1 Year Ago

Of course never ignore the dark and negative but.. one can drown in them,. which is why one needs .. read more
While I not so saddened as to think we are the last literate generation, I can share a great deal of the dread you pose in this poem Vol. For I do fear we may be the last generation not consumed by the placing of an artificial value on everything, and subsequently of finding worth only in what we can somehow monetize.

ken

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

1 Year Ago

Ken, I do believe we are the last "liberal arts" generation.I retired from teaching creative writing.. 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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