back to the belonged
could be anyplace
a song where waterfalls dive into the snow
the summertime scarlet butterflies sleep
little trees and dream dragonflies
weary willow weeps where dandelions river flows
never back and flows back again
anything trapped in a world of strangers
don't tell anything
I'd rather fall
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.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 457
Take Me Back
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