One of my
earliest memories is
of afternoons in
the backyard, standing on
a wrought iron chair that
was painted
lime green.
My creativity was feral
The paint was peeling,
And the sun beat down
upon me.
I was 5 years old.
and the Genesis of my
writing career began.
Below my chair was a plastic
swimming pool filled with water.
I sang leaving on a jet plane I
I understood pathos,
and plot, and melancholia.
In my mind, I was a man
leaving a woman.
As I jumped into the pool
I could smell loneliness.
And I understood the
descent, the separation,
the sadness.
And in my little life,
and in my big heart,
under that hot July sun,
the poet was born.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 29th, 2023 00:18
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Comments9
A fine write T.
I became a poet because of a vocation as an entomologist !
Hey, that's crazy. Lol.
Full of poetry between the lines.
Thank you.
a modern day poet of immense talent Thomas.
Thank you. I appreciate that.
... sounds about write to me sir
Thank you for stopping by. Always appreciated.
A poignant poem of discovery. To sense a poetic yearning at 5 years is amazing. When did you begin writing?
A beautiful poem, very straightforward, sincere, and honest. - Phil A.
Thank you, Phil., I began writing seriously at around 15.
The birth of a poet indeed. Gorgeous. ❤️
Thank you so much.
Well done!
Thank you.
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