If You Are A Poet Poem by RIC BASTASA

You always begin with
Lovely Themes, motifs of
Love on tiptoes, designs
Of Tendrilled loves,
Of serrated leaves
And lost hearts
Bleeding hearts
Much to your

Complete consciousness
In the choice of words
Images, metaphors
And other figures of
Speech, which may be
Displeasing to the crowd,

And you feel so elated
Surely in a while,
But a little bit hindered
By your own kind of
Inhibited language,
But later. Yes later,

Things change, and you
Change a bit, you do not
Really care
How to say it
Your concern is the saying
The telling of what
You truly feel, yes feel…

Your feelings, your fleeting
Feelings of
Love, anger, loss,
Your own personalized
Revolutions making
Waves like hands on
A school bus for an
Educational trip


To disregard form
In favor Of content

And you go beyond love
To death, to redemption
To transcendence
And cadence and digitalization
Of ticking electric
Clocks,
To resurrections

You are now
Synchronized.

You do not really care,

You explode in your feelings
In colors, in multicolors
Of pyroplastics

Spreading shapes of
Symmetrical flowers,
In different dimensions
Giant Sea urchins,
Tall thin spring like suntans,
Elongated Sunflowers
All glowing, all glowing

In an evening sky
Above the houses
And churches and
Universities and mosques
And laws & regulations….

All the people watch
With gaping mouths

To the wonder of your
Thoughts, your explosions

In grandeur, in honesty

In the net, you are now
A poet, synchronized to
No one, but yourself

Yes, yes, to yourself yes.