Down I go
into gray and brown.
I hit the sides
like a cradle rocked too fast.
Abrupt catastrophe.
I didn’t see this one coming,
but I felt it—
a slight rumble of an earthquake,
or the false dawn
before real light yawns
and opens the sickly day.
Just another ending.
Dappled. Down.
into gray and brown.
I hit the sides
like a cradle rocked too fast.
Abrupt catastrophe.
I didn’t see this one coming,
but I felt it—
a slight rumble of an earthquake,
or the false dawn
before real light yawns
and opens the sickly day.
Just another ending.
Dappled. Down.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just posted a new long-form poetry reading on my YouTube channel featuring selections from Aluminum Cowboys, one piece from Sleep Always Calls, and a sneak peek from my upcoming book Searching for Nod, coming this November. A simple at-home reading—just the work and the page. Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvZAR6uno3A Books available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Thomas-W.-Case/author/B0CL2RKDGX?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_w=xsU45&content Thanks for reading and listening.
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Comments2
Great write relaly enjoyed realpy well executed concept
Thanks
I have felt this before and it is a feeling difficult to put into words but you have done it magnifically Thomas
Thanks, my friend.
Most welcome Thomas
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