Casey Thomas McClain

Casey Thomas McClain Apr 2014

Space

Yes, space was yielding its whole mental padding
in which no thought was yet clear
or had replentished its load of objects.
But little by little the mass turned,
like a slimy and powerful nausea,
a sort of vast influx of blood,
vegetable and thundering.
The very darkness became profuse and
without object.
The total frost gained clarity.

This poem is mostly free form and has no real iambic pentameter.

#space #darkness #mental #blood #free-verse #influx #padding

Casey Thomas McClain Mar 2014

O Sleep Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me

O Sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weight my eyelids down
And steep my senses on forgetfulness?...
O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile
In loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch
A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell?...
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose?

Casey Thomas McClain Oct 2013

Words of Dumb

Be what you would seem to be-
or, if you'd like it put more simply-
never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than
what it might appear to others that what you
were or might have been was not
otherwise than what you had been,
would have appeared to them
to be otherwise.

Casey Thomas McClain Sep 2013

Your love is always here

Please Lord, make this anguish cease,
Fill me with Your calming peace,
The type we find throughout Your Word,
I seek the freedom of a bird in mid-flight.
Help me to keep you in my sight, ever following
Your holy light.
Lift this fog from off my mind, there's no telling what
I may find. Inspire me in my life's deeds, from the garden
of my mind, please pluck all the weeds, to keep
my mind focused and clear, I know Your love is always near.

Casey Thomas McClain Apr 2013

Struck by insight

All day I can't think of what to do with myself
All night I can't think of what to do with myself
Do good, do bad, do what you know makes you glad
Do good, do bad, poor idea if it makes you sad.
Look outside you're "little world" Take some time
Imagine someone elses World. The one you think is slime.
When insight hits you, the harder it hits the better for you
The pain of this strike is well for you in many a way.
I pray that I get struck by insight every day.

Casey Thomas McClain Apr 2013

Can't break through

Can't break through
Loved by you
Teased like a ball of yarn is teased by a kitten by you.
Please let me know or let me go.
Batting me around like a ball of snow.
I must break through.

Casey Thomas McClain Apr 2013

The writing dead

I feel like an empty writer.
The writing dead. A freak.
Nothing but the migrations of the human soul tonight.

#writer