Searching for Nod

Thomas W Case



That first-morning swig washes
away the stain on the inside;
the parade of hearses and the
lovers lost to the carnival of life.
A few more swallows and
memory becomes nebulous.
Cumulus clouds form in
the brain, and the thoughts
float by, all fluffy, like cotton candy,
and fun-house safe.
In this twisted mirror
I see the tired eyes of
a clown who's not funny anymore;
just a ragged costume and a
jagged soul that is hungry for
sleep and dreams, a moment's reprieve.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 14th, 2024 00:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, and please check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 21
  • Users favorite of this poem: Bella Shepard
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Comments9

  • John Lee

    Great work, and vivid! It took me back to a poem I've written called "Clown"

  • Neville


    no one aint gonna not understand where you got your inspiration from .. but few want to go there .. for real ..

  • Teddy.15

    Powerful and so very beautifully written. 🌹

  • Goldfinch60

    May that reprieve come to you forever Thomas.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    Good write T.

  • Tom Dylan

    Another powerful poem, Thomas.

  • Bella Shepard

    Eloquently chosen words to describe this state of being. It truly grabs the reader. Great write!

  • Kieron

    Vivid, as another commenter said above. I instantly saw the white of the clouds, which was soon swept away by the mirror-blended colours of the clown.

    • Thomas W Case

      Thank you. Much appreciated.

    • Parisab

      Burnt out on senses, like a sigh of relief after a night at a New Orlean’s carnival. Vivid imagery, indeed!



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