RIC BASTASA


My Visitors This Morning - Poem by RIC BASTASA

she comes early this morning
blue all over
and i give her tea and let her speak what is in her mind.

like she is a storm today,
she has given me turbulence, speaking about how abuse
can be inflicted, verbal physical emotional, against her
a woman of virtue
and intellect, she sips the tea and breaks some cookies
her breakfast today, and she continues about
what he did to her

i am listening then the door bell rings
it is him, and he gets another tea
for sympathy and he listens to her outpouring too,
these kinds of abuse
inflicted by one to another
getting to be
so normal an occurrence, that everyone seems to accept
without question,

she is his wife
the man has white hair, and balding, and his shirt
is not well ironed, his face still unwashed,
wrinkles on his face,

she is complaining about his abuses on her person
and he merely listens
and he wants to explain how these matters started
and how they may not be true
how violent can she become
when provoked by her
mood swings

her face changes from calm to something
you will not like
and she does what you may now believe
because she kicks him
she slaps him

and he merely listens
i guess, that explains the mess, that this couple
now intruding my privacy, has found themselves into,

i tell them i have other things to do today,
and since their tea is consumed, then they must now take
their leave

my morning is not that great, actually, i do not like it
and them too.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 20, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, June 20, 2008


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