SHIMMERY

It isn’t that they cut

the top of the hill

to expose the slabs

of limestone and

smooth the road,

or that the little cliff

they made blocks

my view of that pretty

pasture where a grullo

stallion trots with his

tail in the air; no,

I believe it must be

the little diamonds of

Sylvia‘s shattered

windshield embedded

between the layers that

sparkle every morning

in the rising sun.

Reviews

[DIVYA]

Dear Vol,
In this poem, I relate to your words at so many levels. Positivity comes foremost. Learning to appreciate something about that we cannot control. It's an art that not everyone is blessed with but which makes life so much easier and better. I loved the way you illustrated this with a true life example. Sad about all the developmental activities that block out the sun, pretty vista's we were used to but I guess we just have to find the shimmery aspect of it. Loved this poem!

[Vol]

DIVYA,
HA.! It IS a true story... one I milked dry. My step-daughter was such a brilliant, but arrogant 18 year old, it never occurred to her the car would have the audacity to not continue in her lane as she reached to the floor to retrieve a CD that had fallen off the seat. She was completely unharmed, but the Altima was a total loss. I can see her now, standing erect, arms folded, tapping her foot at the effrontery of it all. It was a long time ago.
Middle Tennessee is as beautiful as jewelry with its lush, emerald pastures, sapphire skies, splashy creeks, and proud horses. I miss it terribly.
Vol

[DIVYA]

Wow...Miracles do happen...
And Middle Tennessee sounds like heaven. So blessed you are.
read moreWow...Miracles do happen...
And Middle Tennessee sounds like heaven. So blessed you are.
Thanks for sharing. :)

[Vol]

The people who operate this site do not know what they are doing… half the time the “read more,” as in this case does not work… Maybe you could google Fall Creek Falls State Park, my favorite place…

[Betty Hermelee]

I'm not sure what the little diamonds are about, but it seems like the beautiful view you had was being destroyed by some kind of quarry/development, and where it once was a beautiful pasture and blue skies, horses... it is no more, however those little diamonds still seem to sparkle in the sun, which you enjoy
Warmly, B

[Vol]

The little bits of tempered glass…

[Betty Hermelee]

Yes, and it was my pleasure
Warmly, B