Down I go into the gray and brown.
I hit the sides, like being in a cradle that is
rocked too fast. It's an abrupt catastrophe.
I didn't see this one coming; but I felt it, like
the slight rumble of an earthquake, or like the
false dawn, before the real light yawns, and
opens the sickly day.
It's just another ending, dapple and down.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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There isn't a poem I don't enjoy of yours dearest Thomas, your imagery and themes are always so wonderful, a mild earthquake I've been in 4.3 a fun fact, you my friend are. 7.4 an absolutely wonderful poet. 🌹
You are way too kind. I think I'm in love. You are the sweetest, dear, Teddy.
Good write T.
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Great word choice in this poem loved it.
Thank you.
Love it
Thanks.
You're welcome
"A cradle that is rocked too fast" is genius. Whole piece is so nice.
Thanks. Much appreciated.
No one likes earthquakes. A surprise you can do without. And they can rumble on. Well penned Thomas.
Thank you.
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