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) (
Online) - Published: March 19th, 2025 16:44
- 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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Comments10
A great write that pulls at the brain caught in the metaphor unraveling the tangle.
Thank you.
Emotive words Thomas.
Andy
Thanks
A touching and emotive write, wonderfully written
Thank you.
You are very welcome
I like this piece. Wonderful work.
Thanks
Awesome write Thomas🙏🏻🕊️
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A fine write, Thomas. Nicely done. And loving the new YouTube clips too.
I appreciate it.
Great write...and ah, the likes of Miles Davis! Great write, my friend! 🌹👏
for sure. Thanks.
You are most welcome.
Wonderful poem. Thank you
Thank you.
glad that she did return, and find the emotion running truly deep
Thank you.
you are welcome,Sir
She, huh? Felines that go wandering are either returning home worth a brood in tow, or else tomcats certifying the status of their determinded territory. We've had both back in the day too many years ago. Gorgeously rendered with superb imagery and a charming poignancy whose emptiness haunts. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you
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