trees budding beautiful pinks and whites
disgustingly splayed
like a whore spreading her legs
blossoming her gorgeous flower
for fertilization
trees blooming the pinks and whites
reaching up
high
to touch the sky
to press the pinks and whites to the clouds
and sing out the gospel praises
shriek out the psalms in a creaky wave
dropping petals
silken tears
shed in lustful glory
trees flowering pinks and whites
spreading petals
unfurling the gown
to earthen floor
tears welling up among the grass
beautiful pinks and whites
spread methodically
chaotically
ruffled silken sheets
stained with beautiful pinks and whites
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.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 154
The Giving Tree
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