Inside Your Great Self.... - Poem by RIC BASTASA

all she had to do was
write about a leaf, or a bird perching
one rainy upon a grain
of wheat,

voila! she is great
just like the way Picasso uses only two lines
to draw a breast of a feeding woman

how foolish can you be
searching for the golden ant with silver wings
trying to please them
with it

all toil, suffering yourself like
a Sisyphus,
you are still nothing
trying hard, copycat

forget about it, junk them
discover the great self within you

believe, Shakespeare is
a slave.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2012

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