His is the WorldA Poem by Thomas W Case
There’s nothing like a
writer when he hits his stride. He’s like a horse in the homestretch, thundering to the finish line. He’s like a dog in a fight that has his opponent by the throat . He is hope for the w***e. He’s the lock on the door. He’s the power in the c**k. He’s the fossil in the rock. When he pounds out the word and the line, he’s like a lion roaming the Serengeti, or like the guy with the whip and the chair that makes the silly looking circus bear do what he wants. He’s the snow on Christmas morning. He’s the heart in the newborn baby. He’s the master and the world’s his slave. He’s the force that makes the river flow. He’s the tree for the monkey he is dope for the junkie. He is wisdom for the flunky. He is Don Quixote to Dulcinea and Peter to Christ. He is wings for the Dodo bird and claws for the cat. He’s the rage in the night. He’s the first light of sunrise. He’s the dew on the grass he’s the sail and the mass on an unsinkable boat. It’s unthinkable that he would do anything else but write. He is sight for the blind man, he’s a tongue for the dumb. He’s a throne for the king. He’s what makes the robins sing at the first sight of spring. He’s the ring in the bell. He’s cold water in hell. He’s the fire, not the smoke. He’s the castle not the mote. He’s the forest and the trees. He’s the bumble in the bees. He’s the rumble from the seas. He is life not death. He’s the pulse and the breath. He’s the makeup on a clown. He is sound for the deaf. He is bereft of nothing when the scandalous sun sets. © 2024 Thomas W CaseAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThomas W CaseClear Lake, IAAboutThomas 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..Writing
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