RIC S. BASTASA


Philosophy Coming - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

philosophy always comes
when i drive my car alone and it is at night when ideas come like
visible fishes on a clear pond
i hear fins, and i see them glimmer like ideas
in my head

it is at the exact time when ripples come
and the water is disturbed and
mud becomes excited

you try to figure out what is in the making
this turbulence of mud in water and fish and ripple
creating one distinct world
of ironies and
chaos and it is when mud settles again when the water gets into
a form of film
that you are satisfied about clarity that you still miss

it comes after a muddy eddy
after a ripple and the calm comes back to you like the hand of
a missing loved one

caressing your hair as she arrives and pulls you gently to bed
to sleep and be rested


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 4, 2013



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