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Free verse

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I went to high school

with nerds, All of us!

We did things like

audit philosophy and  

comparative religions

at the local college.

We listened to Grace Slick

And fed our heads; we cared

a lot about what we learned.

Today, not so much.

Things fall apart,

The center can not hold.

My knees on the ground

beside you, naked in the grass,

puts Plato to shame and makes

Nietzsche croak like wind in dry grass.

Cosmology is nothing to

when we skinny dip in the white water

creek tickled all over, cleansed

to the bone, laughing in great yawps

and crawl into the lazy sun

on the back of this boulder where

the depths of space fold into a

small pocket. Here, we breathe

everything that ever happened,

everything ever thought,

everything spirit ever dreamed

about the nature of God.

Copyright

Vol Lindsey

3/14/2012

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Your 'Sinister' couldn't be more different from this lively yet smooth theatre of age and passion.. all described in the shadows of philosophers and the like plus, the ways God holds Man in His truly enveloping, living vibrant world, life to life and with it. How true is this if one remembers what being human truly means..
Here, we breathe
everything that ever happened,
everything ever thought,
everything spirit ever dreamed
about the nature of God.

[Vol]

Thank you Emma! I rarely get to speak with anyone who actually gets it... I have often wondered what someone might think about my ridiculous bounce from subject to subject... I never know where one word will lead.

[emmajoygreen]

That one word can create magic.. and does.

[Vol]

Clotho speaks...

[Sami Khalil]

"My knees on the ground

beside you, naked in the grass,

puts Plato to shame and makes

Nietzsche croak like wind in dry grass."

[Sami Khalil]

"Cosmology is nothing to

when we skinny dip in the white water

creek tickled all over, cleansed

to the bone"

[willweb]

Moments like this do exist, poetically or not. Those moments when everything we see, smell, touch and feel come together and we rejoice inside for the beauty we are given each day. I like your poem and how it dances about and I too was a Grace Slick fan. She paints now, did you know? Reading this takes me back to younger days but brings me smiling in nature. Wonderfully crafted.