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Sometimes, I catch myself Swaying, like there is an eternal metronome that my spirit hears. Or, A song that my soul must keep time with. It beats to the art that surrounds me.
Such a delicate balance, between the cactus and the sun. Between the dog and the bone.
When they autopsied the Tin Man, there were irises and orchids and Neruda poems where his heart should have been.
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The cactus loves the sun and the dog loves its bone. How simple is that? Love is definitely an underused gift. Far too many are scared of that four letter word. Mention that and some will run a mile. The other four letter word attracts like a magnet. Strong piece Thomas. Great read.
Some great sayings here and though some are obvious there are those that are obscure and require a good deal of thought and may have many different interpretations. Nicely done.
The cactus loves the sun and the dog loves its bone. How simple is that? Love is definitely an underused gift. Far too many are scared of that four letter word. Mention that and some will run a mile. The other four letter word attracts like a magnet. Strong piece Thomas. Great read.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..