Birth of a Poet

Thomas W Case



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.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 29th, 2023 00:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: Please check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected poems on Amazon.
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  • Views: 37
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Comments9

  • orchidee

    A fine write T.

  • Lorenz

    I became a poet because of a vocation as an entomologist !

  • Muse Gong

    Full of poetry between the lines.

  • aDarkerMind

    a modern day poet of immense talent Thomas.

    • Thomas W Case

      Thank you. I appreciate that.

    • Neville



      ... sounds about write to me sir

      • Thomas W Case

        Thank you for stopping by. Always appreciated.

      • MendedFences27

        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.

        • Thomas W Case

          Thank you, Phil., I began writing seriously at around 15.

        • Teddy.15

          The birth of a poet indeed. Gorgeous. ❤️

        • Thomas W Case

          Thank you so much.

        • Jon Nakapalau

          Well done!



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