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I visit the dead at the grocery store, library, on the phone and in my e-mails. I watch them on TV, at the beach, in my dreams and in the eyes of crows.
They wear colorful clothes, and always want to sell me on their way of life. No thanks, I’m calling the whole thing off. I’m going fishing.
My books are Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, Sleep Always Calls, and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse. They are available on Amazon.
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To me, “visiting the dead” feels like a metaphor for all the ways the past and outside influences sneak into our daily lives -- in emails, TV, even dreams.
That final line, “I’m going fishing,” is perfect -- a funny, rebellious way of saying I’m stepping away and finding my own peace. Really clever and relatable.
A great metaphor Thomas for those in society that have let their real selves die to put on the cloths of pretend and act a part in a false play for a cardboard audience. Well written I would prefer fishing too fishing for someone that can accept me for who I am
There’s a haunting honesty in this piece — the way ghosts blend into everyday life, hovering in ordinary places like grocery aisles and inboxes. It’s both eerie and comforting, like grief wearing familiar clothes. Sometimes escape is the only answer. For me, that escape lives in https://quickwin-casinos.de/ — fleeting luck against the weight of memory.
going fishing sounds like a good idea to me and i think my muse thoreau would agree, "I was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest."
To me, “visiting the dead” feels like a metaphor for all the ways the past and outside influences sneak into our daily lives -- in emails, TV, even dreams.
That final line, “I’m going fishing,” is perfect -- a funny, rebellious way of saying I’m stepping away and finding my own peace. Really clever and relatable.
This one could be seen as a way to regard the past. It's no longer real, but it continually attracts our attention. I like the solution here; just go fishing.
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..