The words and lines
aren't coming today.
I lie down for a nap.
I dreamt of metaphors
and similes.
I woke up.
The years swim away
like bass at spawning
time.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tpMDoNXg_U Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books, Sleep Always Calls, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, all are available on Amazon. #www.thomaswcase.com
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Comments6
Oh, I so get this. Well done, Thomas! 🌹👏
Thank you
You are most welcome, my friend!
Have been there and feel it. Nicely done
Thanks
A common feeling to many writers, enjoyed the read
I appreciate it.
You are very welcome
Well told through imagery my friend. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy
Happens sometimes to the best. But the muse does strike back after the struggle
So true. Thanks
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