The Passing Away Of Orange Shades Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Passing Away Of Orange Shades



you gather symbols
the metaphors confuse you but just the same
you take a stone, a rose, a knife

chunks of clouds for a dinner
of loneliness
the night appears like a steel pipe
singing the songs of the winds
on empty holes

the rust are many and the powder of
regrets stumble upon the circular edge
of day

south of the moon's directions
against the coldness of the walls
you listen for something that you do not like to hear
you grapple for the touch
of looseness
dripping sounds from the bottom of
the orange sun sinking on the line of
black horizon

until you see nothing but the humming of the soul
inside your brain
nothing seems significant
except the murmur

that old murmur that becomes a chant
to survive the havoc of the day

you paint a sigh using some
fixtures of the firmaments dissolving while a meteor passes away

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
Close
Error Success