No, never step in my chamber.
I'm a place I can dwell,
a place where you turn around.
Yes, that turned to be forgotten.
Sweet dreamland, come lay down
and enter the light.
Watch her heels in the ditch,
wave goodbye,
the dream, a scream, a sigh turned upside down.
Forgotten down in dreamland,
come all faithful sweet cry.
Enter the valley upside down.
Forgotten down in dreamland,
tonight all ye who are faithful
were to be forgotten.
Lay down and let dreamland come.
Faithful say never.
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.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 433
Witch in the Ditch
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