Lonely Like the Leaves

Thomas W Case



The days crawl by like
tortoises.
My purpose is obscured by
vodka nights, and
raven-haired sadness.
Naked branches of
the maple trees dance in
the autumn wind, and
leaves rustle in
the dead grass; 
all burnt orange and yellow ocher.
They're like a
little surreal sunrise.
Hope
is eternal.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 28th, 2024 13:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.com and my limited edition book, Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories is available on Booksie.com.
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments +

Comments9

  • orchidee

    A fine write T.

  • sorenbarrett

    Beautiful images Thomas

  • Teddy.15

    Hope and this wonderful glymps of Autumn, my fave season. 🌹 🍂

    • Thomas W Case

      My favorite season too, sweet Teddy. Thank you.

    • Tony36

      Great write

    • Thad Wilk

      "clapping" 👏
      Great read,
      mesmerizing imagery
      and wonderful
      use of metaphor!! 👍
      My pleasure to read today! 😊
      Best regards ✌️ Thad

    • Goldfinch60

      Fine words Thomas.

      Andy

    • Tom Dylan

      A great write, Thomas. And the last line hits it out of the park.

      • Thomas W Case

        Thanks, Tom. Much appreciated.

      • Neilton

        I enjoyed my visit!! Great poem!

      • David A Liebermann

        Beautiful. Very nice writing.



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