I'm in a cool group.
To stay on top
of my writing, and to
promote and market
my poetry, I often
publish online.
If Lord Byron could
hear that.
In this place that
I belong,
I have deadlines.
I procrastinate until
the very last day, and then
scribble some shitty
lines and get angry with
myself for putting the
writing off.
I have a couple of
weeks before I need
to write a sonnet or villanelle.
I'm getting anxiety.
It's not producing the
desired effect of
hard work or discipline.
No
Not that.
It is getting me thinking.
That is sometimes productive,
and usually comical.
I'm thinking about
the 15 months I've
been sober.
For many years,
I was miserable.
Drinking and writing.
Writing and drinking.
Holding the bottle of
vodka to my shivering
lips to get the last
spider of liquid.
My clothes smelled of
decay and cowardice, and
everything tasted like
rotten meat.
Now, I have a beautiful
maple desk that my three
cats like to sleep
on while I write
poems about
procrastination and sobriety.
Such fuzzy black miracles.
They twitch as they
dream of fish and catnip,
and just maybe they
dream about writing a
sonnet for me.
We are all
addicted to something.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
brilliant!!!!
Thank you, my friend.
Good write T.
Are they comforting cats?
Yes they are.
The last stanza is very peaceful
Thank you.
procrastination and sobriety.
Such fuzzy black miracles.
Great double meaning about how these miracles (your cars and sobriety)save you even from procrastination…very succinct
Thank you so much.
Just keep writing your good words Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
write on brother, you done good ..
Thanks, mate.
Some serious reflection my dear Thomas, I have one sonnet and it took me 3 years to write, I am super proud of it but I don't think I will ever write another the rules being incredibly strict this work that you post with us always brightens my day Sir, be very proud of who you are today.🌹leaps and bounds. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. You are the sweetest soul.
Haven’t you done well. The sonnet is the least of your worries. Keep up with the free verse, you have fans.
You are very kind. Thank you.
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