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Life is a series of tiring verbs as I wade through the ashes of orchids. I'm a vagabond with a ragged soul coming for you hard on a lonesome road. I float aimless, like an acorn in a mountain stream. The death of dreams smells like autumn leaves, lonely as driftwood.
Home is not going to be a white door at the end of a sidewalk. It's bigger and broader, and can't fit behind a fence and walls. It will always be the sum of my memories and longings.
Home is walking the streets, hand in hand, with our son on my shoulders. Home is lying in the grass with your fingers in my beard, and hope oozing from your blue eyes. It's eating sushi and laughing at our accidental touch of hands, reaching together for the last California roll; avocado safe at a sun-dappled table.
I'm drifting lost on a southern wind. When I'm with you again, wherever that is, I'll be home.
Here is a link to my recently published limited edition book, Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories.
https://booksie.chainletter.io/i/thomaswcase888
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A finely penned poem filled with longing for someone so special and to be home with her and your son. You have named many different kinds of home in your poem, Thomas. For a homeless person is may simply be the pavement they sleep on. The old adage tells us that "Home is where your heart is", but I think it is anywhere one is happy. A haunting write with excellent depiction to complement the words. Thought provoking and insightful also. Lovely work! Thank you for sharing, Thomas...
A finely penned poem filled with longing for someone so special and to be home with her and your son. You have named many different kinds of home in your poem, Thomas. For a homeless person is may simply be the pavement they sleep on. The old adage tells us that "Home is where your heart is", but I think it is anywhere one is happy. A haunting write with excellent depiction to complement the words. Thought provoking and insightful also. Lovely work! Thank you for sharing, Thomas...
THIS one ...well, I'm "wordless"; and that doesn't happen often. This one is so like my own thoughts of what "home" is for me. Home is wherever I am at that instant - place OR within memories of "moments". Very well said...
This line has its own romance, 'I am home with you where we might be in this grey world,' simply loved this thoughtfully weaved poem on true meaning of love showcasing how they shine in the simplest moments of our life!
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..