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A mirror cracks loud.
Spiderweb veins split the face,
someone looks away.

Glass falls, catching light.
Tiny suns blink on the floor,
feet step through the stars.

A star drowns in dark.
A shard twitches without wind,
breath locks in the throat.

Teeth bare in the glass.
A crimson smile grins too wide,
the floor drinks its spill.

The spill turns to ink.
Letters bloom where none were writ,
shadows lean closer.

Ink drips from the walls.
Words slither where mouths should be,
a mirror cracks loud.

Emotion Shifts, Then Shifts Again...

P.S. Rest assured, reading this near a mirror is entirely safe..hehe
Out of nowhere
a thought of you
will hit my mind,
like a poison dart.
I don't know what
triggers it.
Tonight, I think it's
the cold wind blowing
outside my window.
Or, it could be the
tangerine I just ate.
That sweet juice.
It doesn't last
though.
Gone in a flash.
Too small for a
lifetime together.
And I'm alone with
this bright orange pain,
vowing never to write
about you again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICWIGqf62Kw
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books.

It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.

www.thomaswcase.com
Have you
ever been
in a
convalescent
home?

Hugged an
old person
all alone

There’s that
musty smell.
Hell
It’s
every where
Even in
Their hair

.
Yet nobody
else notices.
Should I
tell Grandma
it’s there?

I’m not
Suggesting
Snarky
Comments

Rather
A
Graceful
Hew
Of
Compassion

I
Could
Never
Pretend
I don’t care
I certainly
would want
to know

If I’m
giving off
A pig pen
Glow

A Horrific
Odor
As I get older
A
Bad smell
I can’t tell
Do others
ignore it
From me?

Is it
dead skin
in their
clothes
that makes
me
want to
hold my
nose?

Nobody knows
for sure
If they did,
there would
be a cure

For now,
Lots of
Quality
Expensive
Perfume cologne
A multitude
The old
Condone

As
Grandfather
would say
“pull
my finger
The odor
will linger”

I will always
remember
that smile
on his face

He was
An old
Chester Cat
Top hat
Grin

He
Used up
all nine
lives
Just
Like that
A
Mischievous
Smile

The bright Side
when
I pulled
his finger,
That
Incredible
smile
Also
lingered


Inspired song;

That Smell 1977
By Lynyrd Skynyrd

BLT webster’s word of the day challenge
4-3-25 SNARK
Is a formal word that refers to attitude or expression of mocking irrelevant, and sarcasm
4-4-25 HEW
Is commonly used with to, to mean “ to conform or adhere to something”. Hew on his own, has several meanings having to do with cutting or shaping with a sharp tool, such as an ax.
I don’t know why you smell that with elderly people, but they don’t seem to notice. Nobody seems to say anything. What’s the deal? Is that what I have to expect for real.?
Build a bridge to the sky
Reach beyond your means
Touch the stars and beyond

Look at all that there is to see
Embrace the true beauty of it
Let it touch your soul

Build a bridge to the sky

Reach for the sun
Touch the edge of the universe
Let it lift you up

Build a bridge to the sky
Believe in the impossible
There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth" - Nietzsche

I contemplate, but I'm startled and seduced.
By the bone white gargantuan moon.
In it's sedating silence,
it sweetly loomed.  
Over the dark lapping waters.
In attempt to calm my silent tortures.  
Clouds, the steam
of day driven dreams.
Mingle with the moon's
brightest beams.
The shallow tide boasts  
a turquoise ghostly glow.
To display the corals of  
haunted thoughts lodged below.  
Never fear the terror of your deep.
Submerged beneath is where
the wisdom sleeps.
is it uncouth to defile spring so,
with the layering of heavy-laden snow
when I could see the grass,
walk unphased beneath the pass,
taste sweetness in April's blast
of wind infused with scents that grow?
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