The Unwritten Poem Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Unwritten Poem



in a garden of
air
i pick up words
well chosen
like ripe berries
in that forest
of empty space
and they i put each
word inside my
mouth
a very private room
where
some treasures
are kept

i love the taste
and i am not
spitting any

Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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