Poem by R.M. Dolin, May 16, 2025
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Everything I need to know
was long ago foretold
in the flatline distance
of your smile.
Still the same,
a resolute heart is allowed
to hear the background beat
of darkening thunder masquerading
as melodic melodies.
Wind still brings me
whispers of your softness,
touching me like
isolated whisps of beauty
in a flower struggling alone
above a desolate tree-line.
When I forget to forget,
I still feel your warmth
soothe my anxious soul,
gently clear my mind
and reset my compass.
I have not yet found
whatever the hell it is
I'm looking for,
but still I keep to my quest
for the glory of amour,
and that has to count
for something.
Background poem for the R.M. Doin novel, “An Unstainable Life.” Darwin left behind a set of journals guiding his ne’er-do-well nephew through surviving a self-sustaining life. In random poems and idioms sprinkled throughout the journals, Issacs discovers his uncle in layers of increasing complexity; he’s not yet ready to understand what Darwin’s poems are about, but perhaps by the end of his journey he will. . . .
