Confessional Poetry - Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is no
big box where i
can hide my

there is no parish
priest who listens
there is hallway
of the old
spanish church

there are no sparrows
no owls
and no fanfare
no dogmas and

just me
my finger and my

i am both listener
and spiritual adviser
i am both my
silence and chatter
i am the owl in this
the robin in the pews
of my mind
i am my own dogma
but still
no fanfare
nothing to circulate
for there is
no bragging about
the sins
of conceit
the omissions of
the good
the true and the

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 10, 2010

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