A Hell for Words and Lines that Wander

Thomas W Case



There must be
a hell where
forgotten
words and lines
dwell.
Smilies scamper,
lost like beetles.
Bat winged metaphors
fly to that dark
hell of forgotten
poems.
If those wandering
words escape, they are
gone forever.

When I swim in
the ink, and the
writing streak starts,
the prose comes to
me while I nap.
Now, I sleep with
pen and paper,
to put the words in
that white paper
prison where they
belong.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2023 21:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: https://www.amazon.com/Seedy-Town-Blues-Thomas-Case/dp/B0CJLR274H/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2FL3LSQDTTIYG&keywords=seedy+town+blues&qid=1702952654&sprefix=seedy+tow%2Caps%2C195&sr=8-1 Link to my book on Amazon.
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Comments6

  • John Lee

    Trapped for visitors to see a moment then leave them to be lost in time. Brilliant!

    • Thomas W Case

      Thank you John. Much appreciated.

    • Goldfinch60

      I have written a poem about his in the passed and often wonder where all the lost words go.

      Andy

    • orchidee

      Good write T.

    • sorenbarrett

      What a great metaphor. I hope that you didn't step on this one. Bugs have their place and their diversity is amazing.

    • Kinsley Lee

      Maybe sometimes, sleeping give you the much clue for writing. I wish to read your next poem. Have a nice day!
      Thanks a lot.

    • Neville


      there is such a place .. I visit it often

      • Thomas W Case

        Lol, the land of the forgotten poems.



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