Sometimes, Too Much

Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsFfqF7Cuhc

There is a beauty that
comes from walking a
clover laden field, or a
path in the woods and feeling
the autumn breeze and
smelling the wildflowers.
You are so alive.
There is an aching pain
as sharp and vivid as the
beauty, some knowledge in the
fiber of your spirit, that you
won't hold it forever.

Death walks with you silently.
It bides the times...so patient.

You are aware, so keen to
the fact that if you could
consume the beauty, the
honeysuckle, clover and brilliant
orange and pink of the sunset,
you might put death off for a while.
You do it in the heartbeat of your
sweet green youth, and you
keep walking, eyes wide open.

Author's Note

On my you tube channel, I read from my recently published books, Sleep Always Calls, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse and Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems. They are all available on Amazon.

Reviews

[Andrew Golding]

I like how this poem is split down the middle, balanced on the knife's edge of that central verse where "death walks with you silently."

It's a rarity, I feel, in humans to be this conscious of death while appreciating life in its ephemeral glory. Most of us go about as fools toward the cliff, and Wiley Coyote-like, we are somehow shielded from the inevitable, if only temporarily, by sheer obliviousness and this carnival of distractions that is life.

Perhaps we arrive at this more enlightened view when death's footsteps become perceptibly audible through the decrepitude of old age. We begin to appreciate what has been before our eyes throughout the whole of the day just as our vision gives way to the dimming of twilight.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.

[kronskymikhail]

This piece glows with that fragile awareness of life’s beauty — the way joy and mortality always walk side by side. It feels like breathing in both sunlight and shadow at once. That fleeting urge to hold time still reminds me of small escapes, like playing at https://plinko-app-game.com, where every drop feels like a heartbeat chasing luck before it fades.

[Buddhistboy73]

Wow...this is a deeply heartfelt poem here my WC friend....:)

You have captured something emotional here......clover laden fields and autumn woods....

You take the reader on a journey here which is inspiring...

Thanks for posting this one...

BB73

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend. I appreciate it.

[Relic]

Great descriptions, Thomas. ................................

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you.

[keith]

there is so much difference between the reality and the drunken stupor we both employed
down deep inside we knew the truth but for reasons only known to our self we watched the world pass us by
you are doing good friend stay on the wagon

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.

[moonbird]

Beautiful. You've described the deep emotion I feel when on meditative hikes away from the modern world. Where the veil is a tad thinner and I know what walks beside me. Thank you.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much.

[emmajoygreen]

You have created a memorial to Life, sincerely, heart-felt and superbly worded. Twenty three lines saying how Being is sans leather covers but - such silky phrases.

[Thomas W Case]

Much appreciated. Thank you.

[Chris Shaw]

Mother Nature reclaims all. We too will end up as dust motes. Drink in the beauty and appreciate it while we can. There is no escape for any of us. The journey ends for all. Thoughts, I certainly have, more so as the years pass. Enjoyed the read Thomas. Relatable words.

Chris

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much, Chris.

[DIVYA]

Such a contrast between the beauty of nature and the ever-present silence of death. A beautiful and insightful poem.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you.

[John the Baptist]

Really heavy stuff here, Thomas. You have put to words here the same feelings I get when looking at cloud formations. The beauty is so overwhelming you wish you could have it forever, but the somberness within you says never, never.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.