5: 16 Poem by RIC BASTASA
5: 16
the Catholic's church bells
toll and the cocks are crowing
the hens come down from their nests
the songs of birds start
to chatter
i am not through with these yet
these lines
these musings
the morning is calling
that i must get out from these convolutions
undecided
i stay put
sit on a chair
and for a moment
close my eyes
and then i rise
and prepare my shoes
and cap
and coat
and then i say
yes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/19/2024 7:36:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
