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.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Great images in this poem that cuts deep in its rawness.
Thank you.
Good one Thomas.
Andy
Thanks.
Good write T.
Thank you.
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.
Thank you, sweet Teddy. You are so right.
A powerful poem, mate. Some wonderful imagery too. A great write. Cheers, Tom.
Thanks, Tom. Much appreciated.
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.
Thank you so much.
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