A Slice Of Reality: What Is Poetry? Unedited Poem by RIC BASTASA

poetry is just a slice of reality
a tip of the iceberg
true
they are marks
points of origin
helipads of departure
boundaries
hmmmm
you felt something so strong
and then you mark it
so that you may remember it again
like some images
a subconscious talking too maybe
some monuments
you simply bury them there
even in water
yes i love the images
so that when you come back
you still remember
what was it
the simple stuffs
that u wont forget
remembering the details
so that when you are lost
yes
they must have something to say
to describe you
really?
such as
Alice had a mole on the right shoulder
she wore a red blouse
brown shoes
her hair had split ends
when we last saw her
who was this Alice?
could be you
hahaha
before you were drowned in the river
it is only when we are gone
i have a birthmark on my right arm
that they begin to ask
who was that?
what was she?
do you understand what i mean?
yes
all my poems are dog ears
i am reading my life
i know
things that i cannot forget
and i leave some words to guide me
what really happened

they always resurface
yes.
yes.
yes
yes, i know.