My Own Emptiness Poem by RIC BASTASA

My Own Emptiness



morning
is an empty slate.

i go outside
this room into an open garden

rays of sun arrive
upon leaves soundlessly

mushrooms grow on the sides
of the old narra tree

i imagine i see some
elves

big biga leaves capture
water and on its edges are dews

i am empty like an empty slate of
morning

sunlight cannot
neither dew
nor nymphs of myth
fill it up.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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