The Functions Of Poesy
mend the anguish
protect the thin line
between sanity
and intellectuality
express in words
what you cannot say
fertilize imagination
with metaphors
you display in some ways
what you conceal
dreams become alive
like dead resuscitated
you create a world
you have the key
to that only door and
you enter smiling
understanding the language
you invented for yourself
freed from the usual worries
of the day released from
the walls of your limits
you fly as a swift bird
uncaught by the hands of
time the cruelty of the
present you stretch your
sight far beyond their clutches.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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