RIC S. BASTASA


What Should Be Forgotten Next - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

nothing in you is diminished
at least
something in the core always
persists

that pebble in your hand
which you kept since childhood
after mother left

even if your hands shuts like a fist
or opens like a petal
of a flower during your kind summer

keep the hardness and let on the other
hand
show the softness of your glow

the orange softness of sunset
the scent of yellow lemons in the basket

the lingering perfume of the handkerchief
the redness of a plum
the whiteness of the wall around your past
the last kiss planted on your cheek

nothing lasts as you have accepted
that pebble in your shoe which makes you feel
the pain

that which makes you remember
what should be forgotten next


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 30, 2014



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