To A Friend Who Died As A Poet
i have seen the power of your poems
those that
make the blind see
the mute finally speaking about beauty
the deaf hearing the songs of love
and the crippled finally dancing to the
rhythm of your
lines
i am amazed and so convinced
about the magic of the poems that you wrote
when you were once alive
before they buried you on a shallow grave
with their anger
and hatred
they were not able to cut your tongue and tear your mouth
and break the bones
of the body of
your poetry
now let me ask you
if these poems come from the deepest chamber of your heart
are its roots your pains and unfathomable sorrows
or is it grown from the seeds of
your bliss
that when summer comes they bloom into
sunflowers?
i see you in your images smiling and i can hear that suppressed laughter
on the lake on a clear morning
what is this all about my friend?
tell me,
for they do not like
my sadness
neither do they share
my joys and
happiness
for what i write is nothing
but air.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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