Once there was this
woman that I could talk about
writing and
poetry with.
We talked about Emily and Bukowski,
and many others.
We were poets in our own right.
We shared tears and laughter,
like a joint among friends.
Once, we sang our daughter to sleep.
It was beautiful and sublime.
But, the brutal dawn destroyed that
glorious night.
She farted a lot, but I fell
in love with her anyway,
and her son too.
We even cooked together.
It was magnificent,
although she got a little bossy in
the kitchen.
I can still smell the coriander
and garlic and taste the salt on
the back of her neck.
I picked her wildflowers, and
ate well from her garden- all slippery and divine.
She had these pastel soft blue eyes,
like something out of a Degas painting.
She could be as mean as Humpty Dumpty,
all cracked and broken, yoke flowing everywhere.
And I couldn't fix her. And I certainly
couldn't put myself back together again.
And then one autumn, I turned around,
and she was gone. A wall went up.
Occasionally I could see her through the
holes in the bricks. But I knew that
I would never touch her again;
hold her, kiss her.
It made me feel sad and lonely.
But I keep her real close in my heart.
And some days that gets me by.
And other times, it's like she was
never there at all just a tender dream.
I want to escape the memory of her;
overdose on artichokes and avocados,
drowned in a sea of Bloody Marys,
or run away to far-off lands,
like Montana or Idaho.
But, I'm afraid I'd still see her there,
in the Snake River or the wide open sky.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If you happen to visit my you tube channel I have several poetry readings and short videos of my fishing trips.
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Comments10
Magnificent my face showed all the emotions in this it's ashame you couldn't see, wow utterly beautiful. 🌹
You are the sweetest, dear Teddy.
she farted a lot.....!
my friend Thomas puts this in a poem, and it becomes poetry.
weelcome back....
I have missed you.
Thank you, kind sir. I was in Northern Minnesota fishing.
Good write T.
Thank you.
Excellent Thomas!
Thanks. Much appreciated.
Great to see a post from you again Thomas. This one felt raw. Her leaving must have been devastating. The pain remains. You can’t forget her wherever you go. Ouch, that is tough.
Thank yo, Cassie. I've been up North fishing.
I hope you had a wonderful break. How lovely and relaxing.
Awesome
Thanks.
You're welcome
Melancholy, never gives up... beautiful write, moving sentiments
Thank you.
a message that like an arrow was shot from the heart, and pierces all in its path with the intense emotions
fantastic piece of work
Much appreciated.
Super words Thomas.
Andy
Thank you, Andy.
Another belter, Thomas. Some cracking lines.
Thanks, Tom.
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