Learn More

RIC S. BASTASA


a death wish of the unfortunate stand-by


sometimes, when i stand waiting for someone who does not come
i whistle

for death, as though it is a friend and i am the willing one to go with it in its new journey hoping that perhaps i may like it

finally, when i do not have to go back and retrace my origin and then regret,

and death hears it and comes to me and asks me if i am going with him
to an escapade,

an adventure,

for death is an escape,
a closing of a door,
a making of a wall,
a locking of a window,
a stopping of a noise of an engine
on the street,


and when death is nearer, i begin to fear and ask myself,

what shall happen next?

and i deny i whistled for it, and i assure it that it is simply a mistake, a wrong call,
a slip of my tongue

and death believes me,

for death is a respecter of our own misfortune,

our errors, our negligence and even pretensions,
a keeper sometimes of our own lies,



and death leaves me, and i have sighs, i doubt what i really want,

and sadly, i wish i had told it the truth.

Submitted: Saturday, July 07, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (a death wish of the unfortunate stand-by by RIC S. BASTASA )

Enter the verification code :

  • Gold Star - 19,138 Points Gajanan Mishra (7/7/2012 7:05:00 AM)

    Good poem. I see death every moment believe it.

    I invite you to read my new poems and comment.

    Yours
    Gajanan Mishra (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep, Mary Elizabeth Frye
  2. Death is Nothing at All, Henry Scott Holland
  3. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  4. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  5. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  6. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  7. Christmas Trees, Robert Frost
  8. A Visit from St. Nicholas, Clement Clarke Moore
  9. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou

Poem of the Day

poet James Whitcomb Riley

There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your doll, I know;
And your tea-set blue,
And your play-house, too,
Are things of the long ago;
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]