The Failure Of Rhyme Poem by RIC BASTASA

it i were to speak to you
in rhyme
and well thought of metaphors
it will take me
more time

and i do not have much of it
and i cannot possibly tell you
what i have within
completely

i have no dream of perfection
there is no such things as us
as perfect as a cup or a ring

and we will be at a loss at the end
not having said
what should have been stated so clearly
and spontaneously
as river and rain
or as dew on a leaf of grass
early dawn

when metaphors fail
when rhythm and rhyme stand aloof
along the boulevard without rails
the streams of our consciousness is always there
to save us
willing to adopt us in the form of a sacrifice

i am here now and
i am talking to myself
and since you are here not to listen
i reserve this
space for you for the future
for time that does not die