Raw and Cold

Thomas W Case



That bubble of a moon is 
playing peek-a-boo behind
the wispy night sky.
Confirming to me
everyone's lunacy.
Words stick to the
roof of my mouth
like peanut butter.
It could have been 
a better world,
I should have been a
better man.

January snowflakes
are like guilt falling from
the sky.
little frozen starfish...
cold and raw on 
the soul, and tongue.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 7th, 2024 16:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Seedy-Town-Blues-Thomas-Case/product-reviews/B0CJLR274H/ref=cm_cr_dp_d_show_all_btm?ie=UTF8&reviewerType=all_reviews
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  • sorenbarrett

    Great images in this poem that cuts deep in its rawness.

  • Goldfinch60

    Good one Thomas.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    Good write T.

  • Teddy.15

    All I hear is deep remorse, you know dear Thomas, we wouldn't be able to write without all the life's ugly material given to us, we have to use it and grow from it which I truly believe is why your poetry is so sublime, don't beat yourself up, life has no rules we learn from experience we cannot turn back the clock so what is important is to fix what haunts us and look forward to the brand new day in front of us. 🌹 This is an absolutely stunning poem.

    • Thomas W Case

      Thank you, sweet Teddy. You are so right.

    • Tom Dylan

      A powerful poem, mate. Some wonderful imagery too. A great write. Cheers, Tom.

      • Thomas W Case

        Thanks, Tom. Much appreciated.

      • Cassie58

        Raw and cold is a great title for this poem Thomas. We learn a great deal from the things in life which cause us the most problems. Great visuals in your lines.



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