RIC S. BASTASA


Some Thoughts While We Pass By The Scenic Mountain - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

what i have are nothing but the notes
of our trip

she expects to renew our ties
see what is no longer seen
because of
routine

i have nothing in mind
no fruit
but this journey only
every step
covers a distance
and i keep no meaning
but only
sight

i keep an open eye
even if she kisses me
as though
it were our first time
learning
about lips and tongue

i do not have the names
of the places
well, the raspberries are sweeter
than the strawberries
but they keep rotting every
hour
before they are finally eaten

i keep the diary of what have flashed
in my eyes
every sound that resounds in my ears

nothing really stays that long
the moment we pass by the images of life die
i forgo the scent of evenings
i leave ego
unto its own care

a beautiful lake is but an image of the beautiful lake
i cannot hold its water in my hand
you see, you have not seen at all,
it is sad, but it is a fact.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013



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