Devoid Of Vowels.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

to write with passion
is to throw away anything logical

it is like you it is more like you
in passion

you hold tightly, you throw away,
you take back, you hold much tighter
and then you loosen the hold
giving up in surrender
what was once treasured like a secret

am i more beautiful when i am illogical?

the quick brown fox with a flower on its tail
the river with a ray of leaves
the house with the moon
the night with the whisper

the tightness and the clock and the sound that
it is over

the shimmer of emotions in the sea of love
the ripples of a love moan

the journey of the heart to an uncharted
destination

the blank stare on the computer monitor
how words run chased by my fingers

how meaning wants to have meaning
how emptiness draws a portrait of a human being

devoid of vowels....