A turtle eating leaves
leaves everything to the imagination
as it shovels very slowly,
methodically moving its head
back
and
forth;
sweeping the pile for traces
of whatever it has yet to get
in its beaklike jawing conversation
best had alone with others watching.
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.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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I love, love, love this poem.
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