Birth Of A Poet Poem by Thomas Case

Birth Of A Poet

Rating: 5.0


One of my
earliest memories is
of afternoons in
the backyard, standing on
a wrought iron chair that
was painted
lime green.
My creativity was feril.
The paint was peeling,
And the sun beat down
upon me.

I was 5 years old.
and the Genesis of my
writing career began.
Below my chair was a plastic
swimming pool filled with water.
I sang leaving on a jet plane I
I understood pathos,
and plot, and melancholia.
In my mind, I was a man
leaving a woman.
As I jumped into the pool
I could smell loneliness.
And I understood the
descent, the separation,
the sadness.

And in my little life,
and in my big heart,
under that hot July sun,
The poet was born.

Birth Of A Poet
Tuesday, June 29, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood,creativity
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
LeeAnn Azzopardi 29 June 2021

Yes. you are a true poet

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Dr Dillip K Swain 29 June 2021

You are a born poet dear friend! Loved glancing at your bio...5 stars

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Thomas Case

Thomas Case

Oxnard, California
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