The Proper Task

Thomas W Case



Sometimes,
I catch
myself Swaying,
like there is
an eternal metronome
that my spirit
hears.
Or,
A song that my
soul must keep
time with.
It beats to the art
that surrounds me.

Such a delicate balance,
between the cactus and
the sun.
Between the dog and
the bone.

When they autopsied the
Tin Man, there were
irises and orchids and
Neruda poems where
his heart should have
been.

Love is an overused
word,
but an underused
gift.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 6th, 2024 23:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: My kitten, Bukowski, makes a cameo in this video.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Tom Dylan, Teddy.15, Introverted Sage, Alan R
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  • Goldfinch60

    Love is a wonderful gift and so beautiful to be in Thomas.

    Andy

  • Neville



    I think this is quite possibly my new favourite TWC post to date .. Neville

  • Tom Dylan

    Absolutely brilliant, Thomas. Just perfect.

  • Teddy.15

    How truly beautiful

    When they autopsied the
    Tin Man, there were
    irises and orchids and
    Neruda poems where
    his heart should have
    been.

    Absolutely love this stanza 🌹

  • Cloie

    Your piece beautifully evokes the rhythm of life and the delicate balance of existence. The imagery of swaying to an eternal metronome and the juxtaposition of elements create a sense of harmony and interconnectedness. It's a thought-provoking reflection on the depth of love as a precious yet often overlooked gift. Great job!

  • Introverted Sage

    An underused gift indeed.
    Beautiful write!

  • sorenbarrett

    The metaphors are great in this poem. Nicely done



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