WHERE WE LIVE

WHERE WE LIVE

A Poem by Vol

She stops her car

rubs her slender fingers 

across the leather

to the shopping bags

clicks the door open

pauses to listen for the solid

chunk! when it closes

bright red smile

the smell of her hair

overwhelms us both.

Welcome home.


This is where we live

this is how we live


Brush the cobwebs

wipe the dust

dig down about two yards

and you will find us

hunting a place to hide

from teeth and claws

looking for shelter from enemies

above and on both sides

their hungry yellow eyes

haunt our quick steps

through tangled creepers and roots

fiery desire consumes their skin

while we huddle cold in the dark

rend some hapless rodent

limb from limb and

drink its blood

whimper against the outrageous

circumstance of our being

fear wrings us dry

twists our bones

pushes down on us so we cannot cry out

only whimper and clutch at shreds

of what we might have been

seen in dreams projected

on a shattered mirror.

Shivering while we wait.



© 2025 Vol


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Amazing extraordinary deep
My words say no more
I will excellent

Posted 1 Day Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

1 Day Ago

Julie!
Wow!!! Thank you! Now I'm just gonna lean back and bask... (Blush)
Vol
the daily grind and how we can make it everything. Our fears can take over and become our reality. I knew a lady that used to tell me dont think that way you will make it a reality. Great poem Vol

Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

2 Days Ago

D.
Thank you. I think my generation of boomers who grew up with grandparents who lived on far.. read more
Channeling Lorca. Well done, Vol.

Winston

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

2 Weeks Ago

Winston,
I love Lorca!
Vol
Sounds like a description of the American middle class in the age of Trump.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

2 Weeks Ago

John,
Sir, it has been the middle class since someone got pushed out of the cave to chase off.. read more
A desolate place and it seems, a bleak outlook. Yet written finely because this place - yours, needs to be known. Hope things are improving. Best wishes to you both.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

2 Days Ago

Ah, m'love,
It is easier for those of us who have you in our lives...
Vol
emmajoygreen

1 Day Ago

:) Soon to sleep - perchance to dream.
Vol

1 Day Ago

Ah... deep breaths... slow and relaxing...

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Added on April 9, 2025
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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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