RIC S. BASTASA


Hammock Upon The Winds - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

there lies sadness like patches of green moss
sticking upon a rock half covered by the clear water of the river

one may think that sadness will always be there as patches of
what we have always wanted to get rid off like peeling them off gently from
an old sharp and rugged edged rock

sometimes you become so tired planning and doing and then surrendering into the helplessness of a fallen leaf that floats and is carried slowly by the current of the river early morning on a Sunday

when people are not around spending holidays on places that they miss for the whole week

and so one lays its tired body on the side of the river's bank
wades his hands and feels the coolness of the water and then starts to flow and release what he thinks must be given away

one feels the restfulness of finally giving up
of not minding about what cares must be done in order to make
life smoother

flowing and easier like the way the brown leaf floats
like the way the blue clouds drift
like the way we let the moss grow
upon the side of the rock
having more wet times with the clear water of the river
having a clearer view of the orange fish within and the shiny pebbles
beneath them

words lull me like i were carried by the hammock upon the arms of the unseen winds....


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 4, 2012



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