Jack-o-lantern love,
stabbed by the autumn leaves;
bleeding all burnt orange and sienna.
And it smells like
cloves and vanilla,
and loneliness. Kaleidoscope confusion,
that dog bite pain
in my soul.
I don my navy blue corduroy,
as I bundle up for
the great void.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments9
The season is right for this write and it sets the feeling
Thanks.
I think he’s faking us out ????
Lol
I don't know quite what it is precisely, but your imagery is fabulous! From the subtle, haunting, exquisite poignancy to that imagery, you've rendered this charming beauty with a disarming simplicity which leaves it basking in perfection. Thank you very much for sharing!
I don't know quite what it is precisely, but your imagery is fabulous! From the subtle, haunting, exquisite poignancy to that imagery, you've rendered this charming beauty with a disarming simplicity which leaves it basking in perfection. Thank you very much for sharing!
Thank you. I appreciate it.
Good write T.
Thanks.
Excellent
Thank you.
You're welcome
Good words Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
Or , that could be a purposely dampened misdirection drawing our attention away from the imminent planned carnal bundling you actually have planned?
Just Sayin’
Lol. Thanks, Bobby.
I have a thing about navy blue cords my self .. they hide the bruises so well .. nice one sir
Thank you, my friend.
Short and succinct,,
captivating imagery!! 👍
Brilliantly composed
and Golden to me!! 🏆
Thanks for sharing my friend!
Best regards ✌️ peace Thad
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