A Poem Early One Morning... Poem by RIC BASTASA

A Poem Early One Morning...



for why should a poem be so caged in form
and a slave to clapping?
let the poem be
the ordinary man in the park
the woman buying merchandise in the market place
the child playing on the beach
under so much sun
let it not be a fence
a manicured lawn
a piece of architecture another form of white marble sculpture
let it wriggle like a worm on a Sunday rain
a butterfly hovering on that wild flower
a grasshopper on the grass
sands of the shore
sunlight and sunrise
a cup of coffee every morning
a sleeping pill on our anxious nights
an insomniac woman begging for sleep
a mad woman on the street
a soldier writing a letter for his wife at home
let it be nothing important at all
let it be something always new
no dictator here, no form of government,
let it be anarchy, and
let there be no diplomacy
let it it be fluid as a melting wax on water
let it be everything and nothing
too... let it be felt and be
not understood.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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