Goodnight to the cracked sidewalks and memories of flickering neon and bars I shouldn’t have wandered into.
The night stumbling in the shadows, booze-stained jacket and whiskey snarling in my stomach.
Goodnight to the Iowa River, Clear Lake, the fairway at Oak Hills.
Spring waiting with bass and walleye, the deep lurking musky, golf balls bouncing off walking paths.
Wind ripping through the oak trees like it knows my secrets.
Goodnight to my kids, their laughter and homework assignments scattered across kitchen tables, orange juice and breakfast spilling in morning light.
Goodnight to the edges of the living rooms I once tore through like a blizzard, hands shaking, heart buzzing, trying to hold it all together.
Goodnight to the chaos, the bottles, the lies, the soundtrack of destruction.
Goodnight to the poems scrawled on napkins and walls of abandoned houses.
Goodnight to the tired hands, fingers mud-stained, trying to make something that mattered" something that lasted longer than the rotting bones and flowers on tombstones.
Goodnight to the creator, quiet, patient, waiting, hands folded over the hole I spent a lifetime trying to fill.
Thomas, this brought tears to my eyes because it seemed too much like a true goodbye to me, and I would hate that. I know from our correspondence that this is not the case. We still have the Superbowl to scream and rant about, then who knows what the new year could bring for Arch Manning and Texas! Oh, I know that it just hit me at a rough time, but the rawness of your words, and their dark truths are hard on an old man's soul, my brother. Don't you have anything with puppies and kittens squabbling on the kitchen floor? Sometimes your truth is hard to take -- but I'll keep reading it, my friend.
BTW, I just tried your link to your new video, and it keeps jumping back to youtube.com. The one to your books is fine.
I appreciate your kind words, my friend.
also, if you just put in Thomas W. Case on you tube... read moreI appreciate your kind words, my friend.
also, if you just put in Thomas W. Case on you tube....my page will come up....hundreds of golf, poetry, and fishing videos
As others have noted, you are an exceptional painter of words. The pictures are translucent, revealing and concealing the passage of time and the toll it takes on the soul. Bravo
Final in its feeling it closes the door. It feels dark but then one might take it positively as an awakening to something better a new day that is coming. A thought provoking write. Nicely done Thomas
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..