Angels with broken wings,
frostbitten dreams,
morphine nights,
and gangrene schemes.
She had that broken glass sadness.
The kind that gets worse with
every slammed door and every
lazy moon mad night.
The light in her eyes was dim,
like a candle in the fog, or like
a frog that dreams of flying, but
wakes up to the same old pond,
day after degrading day.
God, every time I see her, I want to
take her home and give her a bath,
feed her strawberries and rub her feet.
I want to free her from the rain slick
suffering she's stuck in, wash away the
stench of the lonely diesel strangers,
but I can't save her, hell I can't even
save myself. So I bum her a Midnight Special,
and light it for her, with a brief sulfuric blaze
of glory bereft of any lasting light...
walk away...Jack-O-Lantern grin
into the lonesome neon night.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 22nd, 2024 00:21
- Comment from author about the poem: I did the you tube video on the lake on a boat today. Good times.
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Comments12
I will pop round so folk won't be lonesome. But if I sing, they will say I've overstayed my welcome! lol.
lol
Awesome .. great vid too .. Neville
Thanks, my friend.
This is beyond superb poetry dearest Thomas, this is poetry that deserves a pedastal. I saw and felt it all, any of us could be that vulnerable girl. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Full of brilliant images this one draws pity from distant points. Nicely written
Thank you so much. I appreciate it.
Rich in the rottenness of two existences. An even spread of misery.
Well done.
Thanks, Dave. Much appreciated.
as miserable goes Thomas,
this is, without doubt....
as good as it gets.
superb!
Thank you so much, my friend.
This poem evokes such deep feelings of pathos, one is lost in the imagery of a lost soul. Beautiful!!!
Very kind. Thank you.
A lot of despair in this poem, but the images are clear and concise. It forces one to feel sorry for her and yet feel her hopelessness. Particularly like the phrases, "broken glass sadness" and " lonely diesel strangers." Very unique and colorful. - Phil A.
Thank you.
Sad yet good writing I like the mention of the candle in the fog , and the frog that dreams of flying
Thank you.
Bravo. Very nice. Imagery to spare.
Thank you.
Fantastic, mate, and love the scenic video too. Nicely done.
Thanks, Tom. I appreciate it.
That needs a banjo
Thank you, my friend.
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