Rain splashes off the
screen door.
It's raining in
my heart
chubby little drops
splashing on my soul.
The sadness is deeper
than a lagoon,
bluer too.
There are days
it doesn't pay to
get out of bed.
Maybe,
in the next dream
I'll find my
prodigal cat.
We could listen to
Sketches of Spain,
Miles Davis knows
how to bring the lost home.
She's a black runt that
burrowed into my heart.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: She came back. My latest books are available on Amazon. Here are the links. https://www.amazon.com/Seedy-Town-Blues-Thomas-Case/dp/B0CJLR274H/ref=sr https://www.amazon.com/Its-Just-Skip-Jump-Madhouse/dp/B0DY4XDQYC/ref=sr
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Comments8
A great write that pulls at the brain caught in the metaphor unraveling the tangle.
Emotive words Thomas.
Andy
A touching and emotive write, wonderfully written
I like this piece. Wonderful work.
Awesome write Thomas🙏🏻🕊️
A fine write, Thomas. Nicely done. And loving the new YouTube clips too.
Great write...and ah, the likes of Miles Davis! Great write, my friend! 🌹👏
Wonderful poem. Thank you
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