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Thomas W Case



 

There is a
force at work that
doesn't want me
to write.
There's always
something vying for
my attention.
The phone rings,
the kittens want
played with,
I get horny.
All I have to
do is think about
writing, and the
next thought is
I should take
a nap.

To read about
writing
isn't enough.
To promote my
writing won't cut
it either.
To finish one more
poem, to communicate
something worthwhile
is what will help
me sleep tonight, and
keep the undertaker
lonely and afraid.
 
  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2023 18:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: Hey, Check out my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments9

  • John Lee

    I do hate the phone ringing the most. I usually put it on 'do not disturb' while writing. It is loathing to be interrupted while in a moment

    • Thomas W Case

      Yes it is, thanks for the comment.

    • 2781

      I find writing like sex, it's unsatisfying without finishing off.

    • Thomas W Case

      Thank you

    • Goldfinch60

      We all could have problems writing but I tend to write early in the morning when nobody else is around.

      Andy

      • Thomas W Case

        Thanks for the read and comment.

      • Neville



        Maybe we should form that cult after all ..

      • orchidee

        Good write T.

      • Tom Dylan

        Another belter, Thomas. And completely agree. I keep having to remind myself watching documentaries or movies about writing ISN'T writing.

        • Thomas W Case

          Thanks, I hear you brother.

        • Cassie58

          There is always something that tries its hardest to get in the way of poetry. That’s why I tend to write at night.

        • sorenbarrett

          Interruptions are disturbing and often lead to me loosing track of what I had been thinking of.



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