The clouds appeared animated
as they transcended space and time,
letting loose the monsters
that bore a similar resemblance to humanity.
The clouds moved slow
through the bluish sky,
and the monsters went around their business
as I stood horrified.
The clouds did everything for me,
while they danced methodically,
and the monsters took it all away…
I could not see past it.
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.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 323
Clouds
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