Art, And Nothing But Art..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is appalling
to hear how poetry is
messed with politics,
and those still mesmerized
with envy and honors.

here we are in this
little paradise of ideas,
emoting, gathering some
metaphors like wild flowers
or gathering some seeds
with the excitement of what
it will be when fully
grown, planted by us,
and watching it
opening up to the sky
from the earth.

why bother about who is
famous? or who is number one?
it is such an irrelevant
gauge of skill and
beauty. Art is art, and no
matter what or where,
art lives, art survives,
without anyone
beside it.