There is a
buzzing to my
busyness.
My mind refuses
to be at ease.
It happens when I
try to
read or sleep.
Doing Always.
Where did the
playground go?
I think it split for
Brazil with the
squirrels.
We are all nuts.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsFfqF7Cuhc Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books: Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls. They are available on Amazon.
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Comments7
Great advice, the brain chatter can be incessant. Good write my friend!
Thanks.
Indeed we are all nuts in one way or another Thomas. Another good read
Thank you.
Most welcome Thomas
Aren’t we though?!?! 🥜🌰🤣 Great write, Thomas!!! 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Lol. Thank you.
You are welcome!
The first stanza - wish I could write something like that! Lovely write.👍
Thank you, so much.
You can be too fun when you want to be. Charming with exceptional imagery and a teasing, haunting poignancy, beautifully rendered. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you.
Yes it's hard to shut down the Mind once its in full flow . Especially when working on a Poem.
Well Said.
Love this, Thomas. Another fine write and the last line just nails it. Nice one.
Thank you, my friend.
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