RIC BASTASA


The Flitting Things - Poem by RIC BASTASA

be reminded again
on the fluidity of our affairs
look at my body
this is a boat carrying
my spirit
to the other side of
this island

this earth is another
ball
that our hands have taken
hold
on a fickle play

what is this place?
we kneel
most of the times to
feel nothing
but sand and hear nothing
but the songs of
the worms

what is this mind?
it is a temple for words
where sometimes
all prayers are
forgotten


Comments about The Flitting Things by RIC BASTASA

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 5, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 6, 2011


[Report Error]