One night standing ovation
for the orator of these great halls
adorned with candle wicks,
discarded moments,
and misunderstood bewilderment.
The speech is long and touching,
touching on everything that
needs attention;
global warming,
sweating ice caps,
individual rights,
and the deep and penetrating issues.
Each gaze cast to the crowd
is met likewise
by the eyes
locked in the passionate delivery.
It’s an act in exhilaration
for the speaker and the audience,
each moment,
and tender minute passing
is another poetic movement
taken in.
There is no closing argument,
because everyone is in agreement
that it couldn’t have gone better.
And with the crowd pleased,
the speaker bows out
with the doff of a hat...
and a wink.
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.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Poem-A-Day: Day 46
Oral Report
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