It’s strange on
days like this.
December 30th, 2024.
The temperature reached
60 degrees today.
An ice fisherman
died on the lake.
It’s strange on
days like this,
when winter plays
a charade.
I open the windows
and let the breeze in.
My cats run around the
house, and think it’s
spring.
They wag their
tails and watch the
squirrels hide nuts.
And on strange
days like this,
I look around my
room, at the pictures
on the wall.
Hemingway
Van Gogh
Picasso
and I wonder if
they ever thought that
they would die someday.
I think about it.
It’s hard to envision.
I’m so alive when I
sit in the hot jacuzzi
and watch the bubbles
and steam.
I water the plants,
exercise, and take
vitamins.
I will be gone one day.
The rivers will still
flow and wind, and the clouds
will
float slowly by, and
chocolate will still taste so
sweet.
I wonder if
Vincent, Pablo, or
Earnie ever thought about
the strange tricks the
seasons play on us.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
In this poetic flow of thoughts that go by like the seasons we always arrive at the end of everything. Yet other things around us go on. Internally finite externally perpetual. Very nice
Thank you.
It is a strange feeling to contemplate our own non existence and yet it is certain to happen, one day. And, everything else will be left behind. A thoughtful poem for the new year Thomas. Make each day count says I. A great read. Thank you Thomas for your poetry.
Thank you, so much.
A lovely write reminding us we are only here for a short time and we go, all around us just carries on, Enjoyed the read.
Ernie had a hideaway on a little island on Venice, he was smart it was never cold and he had the good licker too.
Hemingway
Van Gogh
Picasso now would these be originals upon your walls? 🤣
Wonderful reflection with a side of humour. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy. You are the best.
A fine write, Thomas. Celebratory yet thoughtful at the same time. Really enjoyed.
Thanks, my friend.
Well done, Thomas! Happy New Year, my friend!
Thank you.
You are welcome Thomas! BTW, just bought your book, Seedy Town Blues, on Amazon. Looking forward to it my friend! 🙏❤️
Cruises through the specter of aging nicely. And I find it comforting that "the rivers will still flow". Good work here.
Thank you kindly, my friend.
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