Explain when few words
can get broken.
Remember time,
people, the street,
walking about the weather.
Making days last forever,
come, cover, hold, break chains.
Give up together and break chains.
Remember once
there were doors,
an invitation to falling in and out.
Looking out
and cover these chains.
Give up, and the chains break.
These chains explain words,
choose how words get broken,
talk about plans forever.
Come, hold these chains.
Don't give me the chains, break…
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, January 14, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 428
Chains of Love
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