Carefully searching for thoughts,
combing the stalks of deserted dreams
adorning a furrowed brow.
The landscape belies a life
that has, and will have been;
a playful escape from reality
and its clever attempts at distraction.
Destruction wrought reverie
galloping on gilded steeds
with lance in hand, dust in tow,
spearheading another crazy idea
that is just so crazy,
that it may actually work this time.
Insanity is, and always will be
the best form of entertainment televised.
Vision, regrettably leading nowhere,
but pleasing to those, eyes
haunting every waking nightmare
not easily woken.
A life carefully searching
for thoughts, forethought,
and everything in-between.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Poem-A-Day: Day 10
Everything In-Between
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Thomas, this is a fantastic poem- keep them coming !
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