Discover something
from breaking with forever,
no reason why.
That me…
that you…
give me…
you give…
Soul calling, “Please.”
And falter arms out, not war
at peace in love forever.
Religion? Reason?
Forsake you…
tell me no…
don't tell me…
you tell me…
I hear a little respect
with blue reason making me work.
That you…
me…
no…
give me…
You, give a little to me.
I hear you,
please give a little to me.
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, January 11, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 425
A Little Respect
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