RIC S. BASTASA


The Stone Again - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

That night i humbled
myself,
bowed down to the
image in the mirror
upon a stoic silence
i admit
that i have been a
shadow far away from
my body
i prostrate on the
carpet that you
stepped upon
gave up my own name
and then called
myself the idiot
happy and
much solidified
so real that
i can feel
the stone again
inside my
hands.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 3, 2013


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