She Said.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

She Said....



and how is it going?
it is bad, i said.
before the year ends
the flowers wilt, since
no one is watering the
pots. The pigs are
butchered and i can
still hear the wailing.
it is hot most of the
time and the drama of
leaves falling still
stick on the mind.
There were heavy rains
too, the bridge soon
will collapse. The waters
rise eager to gobble
the nearby weak houses.

You are just bitter, she
said. The sun is bright,
winds are gentle, and people
are in jubilation.
The poor are buying gifts.
The children are laughing.
And promises of good tidings
and good will are abounding.

Maybe, i answered. I am just
more real than the rest of you
here. Still dreaming and hoping
sticking to the world like
worms and leeches.

You are bitter, she said.
You have never loved at all.

Thursday, December 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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