Lesbos - Poem by RIC BASTASA

curiosity drives you to open the door
go outside the fence
and enter a new territory

it is an island of women with breasts
and flowers
with heads and eyes of men

their vocabulary is made of man's terms
the grammar and syntax
muscular, yet deep within upon a close scrutiny

as you see it clearly
their hearts are still soft and fragile
they bleed real blood

when you remind them of their
births, their childhood, and how they grow
to be always alone

they do not show the signs of a sigh &
as you enter their circle you are met with nothing
but their own woes
you speak
and then they throw you stones

definitely, there is no place for you here
the one with the short curly hair
shortsighted and emaciated
makes it very clear

now you are back in your own world
and you realize
things are just perfect
and the air is not as cold as ice.

Comments about Lesbos by RIC BASTASA

  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (12/27/2009 9:18:00 PM)

    very good mr. ric! nice poem... as always! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 27, 2009

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