When the Light Came

Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3mjQqmUguo

Night comes on like
an old hound lumbering
in from the field.
I don't fight it.
I'm getting too old.
I sit with pen in hand,
and wait for the
darkness to show
me something.

I think about vaginas and
Ireland and fish that
hunt a t night.
I think about
Bukowski and
Beethoven, and the
clitoris, and a kernel
of corn.
I think about my
life and this night, and
how it is better than
those near-death years of
caterwauling and chaos;
drunk by the river, lonely
as a glass snake.
I was living to drink, and
didn't give a damn about
anyone.
I was searching.
I found it
when the light came.

Author's Note

Here is a link to my recently published book, Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories.
https://booksie.chainletter.io/i/thomaswcase888

Reviews

[Marie]

A finely penned poem on the subject of waking up and being fully aware. Awareness changes life for the one who has woken up from their sleep and one can never revert back to that state again, it is an impossibility. Thank you for sharing, Thomas. Lovely work!

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Marie. Much appreciated.

[red93]

Nice Work Thomas, glad you have found The Light, The One True Light of men and women. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Much appreciated.

[Abhilash Hegde]

Nicely written and has a dreamy feel to it. The images of old hound lumbering, Bukowski and Beethoven, drunk by the river, lonely as a glass snake, lend a delicate and fine touch to this one. Thanks for sharing it, Thomas!

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.

[Ken Simm.]

A fine rendition of hypnogogic images. Palable.

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks, Ken. Much appreciated.

[John the Baptist]

A actually, the light is always there, waiting for us to perceive it. The problem is our infatuation with the darkness.

[Thomas W Case]

That is so very true. Thank you for commenting.