Time and Dirt

Thomas W Case



He had that
groaning soul
loneliness, like a
puffy white cloud,
floating aimless and
aching toward the
black abyss- that gray sky
sadness,
like he was
five years old, and just
watched his dog get
hit by a car.
You could smell
the pain- taste it
like potato chips on a
sore throat.
It smelled like a
basement or cobwebs.
I told him,
'Nothing will fix that
shit- just time and dirt.'
He didn't blink,
and his soft walnut eyes
flashed
crossword confusion.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 24th, 2024 14:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: On my you tube channel, I have short videos of my fishing trips. Such fun.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 99
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy, Teddy.15, Meera Mere
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Aww, you almost remind me somehow of my late father after my mother passed, albeit I don't know why. The imagery and haunting poignancy herein draws the soul subtly. Beautifully rendered. Thank you for sharing.

  • Teddy.15

    Whether a favourite pet or a favourite person the message is clear, beautifully crafted and the walnut eyes I could see. Emotions a plenty my dear Thomas. 🌹

    • Thomas W Case

      Thank you, sweet Teddy.

    • sorenbarrett

      Highly descriptive I could taste it. Lovely Thomas

    • Goldfinch60

      Those painful times will never be forgotten Thomas.

      Andy

      • Thomas W Case

        Thank you. Much appreciated.

      • Neville


        Whether autobiographical, or a product of imagination, you have certainly excelled here Thomas .. Neville

      • orchidee

        Good write T.

      • Tom Dylan

        Powerful stuff, my friend. A fine write.

      • Cassie58

        Powerfully written Thomas, and felt too. A moving account. Got a lump in my throat. Fine writing.

      • arqios

        Very visceral and bare-all in its poetic erudition. Indeed, time and dirt. Thanks for sharing.

        • Thomas W Case

          Thank you. Much appreciated.



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