A Boring Day Poem by RIC BASTASA

A Boring Day



as he opens the window
there is only the shadow of leaves on the trees
on a gray background
it is twilight, midway between night and day

sounds of a cold wind from the forest
the rooster crows and some chirping birds

you sit and gaze through the window
light comes in

this happens everyday and there is nothing significant
after 49 years, and this time a hole is bored inside your heart

you fear that love is gone.
that the birds do not chirp musical notes
the wind much colder now and you shiver
light seeps in trickles like rain on your wrinkled skin

it is the same morning, and it will be same mornings all over again.
you do not move. You let time go and your hands are frozen.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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