It's gone,
too late to wish farewell
in other worlds.
See how the moon,
cool sky as snow
in my hand taste parting sigh,
takes the boat across gentle tears.
The sky all of a sudden
heard the sea in the moon
cool tears as sky.
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.
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