Just Emote... Poem by RIC BASTASA

a poet without talent
forgive him
for just being himself

forgive me
but we are all poets in some sense

a fly trapped inside
your hand wanting to be free

a bird in a cage
singing

a leaf falling and falling
and falling

eyesight failing and failing
and failing

and old woman on a
swinging
chair with no one caring
for her

a Japanese kid waiting
for help sitting beside
the ruble

a bird alone on a
telephone cable

sands on the shore and
the sea

a boy lost in the marketplace
a mother still searching

the silent crowd in the mall
always window shopping

we may have no talent
but we are expressing feelings

we are writing simply
by what we see....