The Defeat Of Words....
i am lost in the forest of words
i always have more to say, more is there in the thinking
that chokes whatever word i like to say,
and i end up
foolish, before an audience that waits for my
mouth to shape an embroidered
idea,
a dressed woman ready for
the ball,
a young woman undressing
before she bathes in the
river
of time
a word, and then i look at all of them
those who wants to be awed
mouths open, agape
hands
and i ask myself
what is there to be said?
there is so much to be thought about
and there is no
moment wasted in trying to capture
what beauty is there
which must stay as beautiful as it
is never
said., ,
it is more proper
untouched by the fingers of words
just like life, at first i feel that it must be written
sort of
this was it, this was how it felt, what we saw
what be believe in
ah, on an afternoon,
finding those drift woods washed ashore
children pulling their arms
you realize how emphatic things are
rather than calculate, and emote
and do logic,
a circus of numbers,
tightrope equations,
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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