I Still Miss Connotations...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

if a chair
is a chair and nothing
but a chair

or if a house is just a house
nothing like a home of
some sort

then this world would simply
be nothing but a word, just
a word,

just black and white, or there
are colors as red as red and
as blue as blue

how did we ever distinguish
war from peace, or love from mere
being around,

or humanity from just being
inside this world, eat, drink, live
and then die

no eulogies, no songs, no poems,
just skies and rain and grass
and coffins and nails....