RIC S. BASTASA


Eating words for breakfast


Some things are better seen on the left side
of course some like it at the right side equating it with the right place

propriety, that sense that we must exist in harmony
like leaves on the wind, wings of birds on its side
trees growing up
heliotrope realities and accepted codes of conduct
that serve as pillars of
a wholesome existence

most of the things survive, and this i have seen,
when they are at the middle

we all know, we have done that, we have always longed
and craved for that center

man, woman, could they be the center of this universe?
God is the accepted one and that He cares


central to our meanings, perhaps, love and sacrifice,
or perhaps by merely saying that i am here because here is here

did he not climb Mt. Everest for no other reason 'because it is there'?

you must have noticed how i mumble today, how i have been eating words
for breakfast

how last night's madness have thrown me into a waking island
fireflies on trees, lighthouses in my temple, boats sailing in the oceans without compasses and maps

well, it is just like that. We begin to love now this ability of
not having to really know, this talent of not having to understand fully

because we cannot explain and because we do not want to anymore.

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Eating words for breakfast by RIC S. BASTASA )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

Poem of the Day

poet Sir Walter Scott

The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;
Then gather, gather, gather Grigalach!
Gather, gather, gather Grigalach!

...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]