The Simmer And The Big Ouch...
these are the rainy nights &
the rainy days
36 hours and more
and they all warn about
a blackout,
expect landslides, let not your children
go to school,
these are the figures of speech for the
heavy rain,
outside this big house, the strong smell of paint
shares the pride of the patter
actually, one shadow tries to make sense that
it is owned by another body,
for how can shadows exist if there is nothing
tangible as flesh and bones? but the light says
i own you, i only reflect you from that
perceived owner of your existence
for without me behind this mass,
you are nowhere to be found
alas! ,
the rain keeps mocking the road,
striking each corner with a hundred hammers
proclaiming alliance with clogged canals
and broken bridges
and chipped off
hills,
how does one make sense with metaphors of rains
and heaviness of feelings? overflowing rivers and
the embracing arms of the seven seas?
a moment of grief
a few drops of silence....
how does the rain pour and be relieved of the
problems of that great space, dark and limitless
horrible to the understanding of the sandman?
how come we are all scattered thoughts unable to form
a dissertation? life is simple. Life can be simple. As you must like it.
how do you like life? You are complicating the equations
threatening calculus without solutions.
how life must be liked? how unreasonable do we really become?
how cowardly do we embrace that sometimes
there is nothing more that we can grasp any more any further
and then we
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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