I just posted a new long-form reading on my YouTube channel — the first half of my short story Whoops! along with two poems, There Was a Time Without the Internet and Under My Bed.
If you’d like to hear the pieces read aloud, here’s the link:
I really like this poem, this reminded me of how I discovered poetry.
VERY WELL WRITTEN.
"Poetry was how I survived it.
Pen and paper,
faithful and warm." this sums up why I writer, to survive through emotions passing in my life's journey.
AND I liked the ending stanza, "I write because a blank page was never an option." Brilliant.
~Amy
I really like this poem, this reminded me of how I discovered poetry.
VERY WELL WRITTEN.
"Poetry was how I survived it.
Pen and paper,
faithful and warm." this sums up why I writer, to survive through emotions passing in my life's journey.
AND I liked the ending stanza, "I write because a blank page was never an option." Brilliant.
~Amy
That last line of the poem strikes hard.
"I didn't write for followers or fame. I write because a blank page was never an option."
I've spent so much time obsessing over monetizing my work and making a name for myself in the literary world, but a part of me forgot *why* I started in the first place. It was to nurture who I was, even when the world was too hard and sharp to even care about my name. This poem came to me as a little reminder, it seems, that the true purpose of writing is to write. The rest will come when the it comes.
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3 Weeks Ago
That is so true. We write because we have to. Thanks for stopping by.
good rhythm to this with great descriptions. there is a chilling reality to here. very honest and telling. amazing how we can find our true selves even in the depths of hell. i've written many a poem while wandering the streets and picking through dumpsters - those are the best ones!
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So very true, Pete. Me too. Thanks for stopping by.
To those who write poetry it is water. You can try to exchange it with tea, coffee, soda, but you always come back to the water. The description of poetry as a survival tool rings so true: a tool, a compass, a gentle hand, a whispered nudge. I've been there. Very, very nice depiction of the soul of a poet.
"A blank page was never an option." Well, doesn't that say it for all of us who continue writing? The specifics may be different, but the fact is we just don't feel comfortable not writing.
This is Great Thomas, and it is still the case, as the Poet Rilke said - I paraphrase - 'unless you have a deep need to write, don't bother'. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
I smiled at the first stanza, the opening words shouting to me Oh boy, more Thomas Case, I know I’m going to enjoy this, and I did, the whole damn thing. I particularly like: “pain had a smell lonely, bitter, like stale beer, familiar before it made sense.” You inspire me, my friend. I hope you inspire others.
I appreciate you, my friend. Thanks, and stay on the sobriety. It's worth it.
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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..