A Love That Does Not Die - Poem by RIC BASTASA

early morning
how can birds be seen inside this room?
how can an agnostic be so definite about
the blueness of the skies?

early morning
there is no sun here
where i have sacrificed so much
about writing

and i think of you
because i have loved you

such thoughts
grow flowers in the fertile fields of my tongue
my eyes become suns
my ears twin mountains
from my palms birds nest and lay their eggs
in my heart
another universe is born

inside this room
the door shall not be opened

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about A Love That Does Not Die by RIC BASTASA

  • (10/27/2017 9:44:00 AM)

    “such thoughts grow flowers in the fertile fields of my tongue”...very poetic use of words, they go straight to the heart. a very soulful piece. thank you for this poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 28, 2017

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