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This could be the last poem I ever write. I hope not, but it's possible.
If it were my last poem, what would I want it to say? Wow, not so easy.
Poetry has been a loving wife, and I will miss her on all those sleepless nights, when dreams don't come. Writing poems have kept me in touch with all the harsh pain, and all the sublime beauty. Both are supreme teachers.
Poetry has opened my ears to the sounds of the earth, the whispered rush of the creek running over stones and sticks. The cries of my children in the night wanting their mothers' milk.
If this were absolutely my last poem, I would want it to bring some joy and be a bit less sentimental. Oh well, guess I have to write more.
The last poem. Something to which I have never given thought. Your point of giving joy is well taken. On the other hand, maybe my mischievous side would cause me to leave the last line half finished.
I guess each one of us poets will one day write our last poem. Make sure there is plenty more of your ink left to spill upon the page Thomas. Poetry is in the blood.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..