To You My Dear Reader
to you my dear reader
my words may appear like some exercises of thought
like some briskwalkers and joggers on the park
on early mornings
wanting to be fit for life
as they stretch their legs and use their muscles
and shake and whirl and
bend and stand and
push up and sit and
split
to you these words may not mean anything at all
something to be read
without the involvement of any feeling
sensitivity kept like a pocketed smile
buried significances
try looking at it from my viewpoint
the misery of keeping things to oneself
the ability to hide things in symbols and images
because they are too hurting
to be faced in their real forms
because they cannot be tackled
and be trampled
because in any manner of confronting it
there is only defeat
loss
surrender and even death and so you are left with nothing
but simply see them as art
ciphers, and representations, and codes
and then when i become so strong
and determined
my confidence shall unravel them
and then i shall have moved
from poetry
to prose.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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