Here, Goodbye Is Sweet. Like My New Date In Silawe. Poem by RIC BASTASA

it does not take
that much, not an
emotion wasted, no
effort even, there
is no memory left
anyway, for-

what did i throw
away? just a sheet
of paper with all those
doodles therein,
i wasted my time,
nothing significant,
it was at that time
when i have nothing
to write, i was looking
for words, grasping
darkness and probing
what is inside that
locked room, - -

finally found the key
into the open,
fields of tulips,
a garden of rocks,
a rake and the sand,
mind drawing in
what is new and
interesting, oh- -

we were interesting
at first, but everything
repeated over and over
again sounds like a
broken record, monotonous
like the sermon of the
parish priest in a town
which you have to leave
because everything sounds
and looks the same,
and hence not worth
the time and attention.


here, goodbye is sweet.
like my new date in Silawe.