really nothing
we are invisible
imagine how sweet searching
will ask for surrender
religion and choruses
desolate and angry
no poets
see the free world closing
poor men crawl
imagine how sweet surrender
will stay forever
won't ever ask for passion
to remember and imagine
sweet as a dying rose
no religion and politics for surrender
and I don't care to remember
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.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 521
Sweet Surrender
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