Posts by Ric S. Bastasa
Acacias
Strolling many years ago
Down a street taken over by
Acacias Strolling many years ago Down a street taken over by acacias in bloom I found out from a friend who knows everything That you had just got...
Acacias Strolling many years ago Down a street taken over by acacias in bloom I found out from a friend who knows everything That you had just got...
Before I go
I’m supposed to get a last wish:
Generous
Before I go I’m supposed to get a last wish: Generous reader burn this book It’s not at all what I wanted to say Though it was written in blo...
Before I go I’m supposed to get a last wish: Generous reader burn this book It’s not at all what I wanted to say Though it was written in blo...
The Last Toast
Whether we like it or not,
We have only three
The Last Toast Whether we like it or not, We have only three choices: Yesterday, today and tomorrow. And not even three Because as the philosopher s...
The Last Toast Whether we like it or not, We have only three choices: Yesterday, today and tomorrow. And not even three Because as the philosopher s...
EKPHRASIC (Photo-inspired Poem)
I press my arms hard on my
EKPHRASIC (Photo-inspired Poem) I press my arms hard on my sides not to fend off the cold morning but silence, too, albeit just for few moments the h...
EKPHRASIC (Photo-inspired Poem) I press my arms hard on my sides not to fend off the cold morning but silence, too, albeit just for few moments the h...
if you write
an old writer says
(who never got famous
if you write an old writer says (who never got famous somehow but left an imprint in you) write for someone definite someone whose name rings to you...
if you write an old writer says (who never got famous somehow but left an imprint in you) write for someone definite someone whose name rings to you...
TODAY
sitting on a faded maroon colored sofa
as my thoughts
TODAY sitting on a faded maroon colored sofa as my thoughts wandered so far away the clouds so gloomy and powdery grey as my sight moved towards the ...
TODAY sitting on a faded maroon colored sofa as my thoughts wandered so far away the clouds so gloomy and powdery grey as my sight moved towards the ...
The Well
In the hollow of its bottom
the wells water is
The Well In the hollow of its bottom the wells water is forever so long as the earth cries and the skies sigh each dipper a mover a part of its exist...
The Well In the hollow of its bottom the wells water is forever so long as the earth cries and the skies sigh each dipper a mover a part of its exist...
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