If I were a woman,
I would be strong enough to cry.
I'm in a mood to keep divine rage alone,
bizarre, melancholy, lovely.
If you were my lover,
Would you be a man strong enough
to stumble through my speech?
The rage is bizarre, having a laugh,
divine melancholy is alone.
Melancholy, leave me alone,
bizarre, a laugh is divine lover.
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, March 23, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 496
Love is the Rage
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