Drinking has been an exercise in
lunacy and sorrow,
like jumping off of a cliff,
for tomorrow's dead dreams.
The fruit of the vine should
be sweet and sentimental,
like Mamas and milky moonlight.
With a fistful of memories and
a soul full of pain,
I try it all again.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 28th, 2024 12:57
- Comment from author about the poem: The picture is taken at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa. Duke Ellington once played that piano. Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems on Amazon.com
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The best medicine is that in which keeps us alive and interested. 💜 I adore this dear Thomas.
Thank you Teddy.
Such incredible reflection, that culminates with four perfect lines. Bittersweet and beautiful!
Thank you
Another great poem, Thomas.
I know that journey well too mate, really well written, good photo too
I'm planning on getting your book, you still have your other two available somewhere, especially the artichoke one?
I will soon, I'm going to republish them. Thank you, John.
Cool...look forward to it, so best to buy your latest one on Amazon?
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Our ups and downs add colour to our story.
Good write!
Thanks
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