One rule:
see fit within your realm of understanding.
A second:
capacity too demanding?
Well then, there are a myriad of things:
a pen and paper,
a history violence never ending,
psychological drama guilty,
the infinite complexities,
The ability is fragile,
all laugh and all bleed,
and shame is just psychological,
another guilty life to sacrifice.
Shame is never ending drama,
another infinite shame,
never ending psychological life:
the ultimate necessity.
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.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 438
Drama
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