The Heart Is Strained.......... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the heart is strained
thinking about the red
melon

which fell on the hard
wooden floor where it
smashed its head and
broken it spilled all
its black seeds

the owner of the house
complains about said misery
the dirt, the seeds all
wasted, the flesh
which cannot be swallowed
anymore

the heart is strained
the feeling is spilled
on the floor where dirt
is exposed with all the
guests disappointed and
yet they all said nothing
about it.