the clouds were fake today.
dabs of stratus sporadic painted
on gray and blue altostratus wash
gentle floating cotton dabs
wistful movements of artistic beauty.
periodically the wash gives way
to white ink cirrus streaks
and some curious nimbus numbers
a staged and cumulus masterpiece.
albeit some creation of artifice.
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.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 348
Wind Blows Art Shows
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