The whole idea, the whole project
was discovered on the brink of madness,
destruction historically recorded
in green skies of falling trees,
broken glass memories,
and one simple brilliance
that shares the same disastrous omen:
nature knew better than to let it slip idly by.
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.
Showing posts with label Cycle 2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cycle 2. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 572
Cycle 2
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