The rise into shore
away to life on foreign oceans,
underneath the walls tumbling forever.
Calm harm
twice out of nowhere defined.
Colors are magnificent:
magenta,
bright blue,
and walls tumbling
forever calm.
Here in harm
walls
come tumbling
forever calm
in harm.
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, March 8, 2011
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