The New Light Has Come From On My Jalousie Windows - Poem by RIC BASTASA

the first thing i do in the morning is write my new poem
borne of the night
too weary to dream
but this poem keeps on stalking
always wanting to be written

stare to space and let that stare linger for a while
like gathering some dust in air
or spraying the air with your shower of thoughts
to yourself
like reminding yourself with words that have become too unfamiliar
because they are not spoken
words too get impatient and jealous
because of unuse
and furious too because of abuse
words too have lives of their own
and even feelings of their own
so you are telling me

be cautious be too patient and considerate
be compassionate
be strong
be happy be prayerful

i write the words again
on the positive side of things
the happier
hopeful categories

i open some shutters
slide some thoughts
inser my gaze and
spread some scrutinies

i am seeing a new light
from the jalousies

it is the soft morning light
and i really like it

i stand still and look
above this room
down to the things
below me

i see people moving
wearing the uniform
to their offices
they go

i almost forget,
it is a working day also for me.
the morning light has enticed me again,
i repeat, my friend, i still like it


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 15, 2008

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