<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495880" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Things Do Not Seem To Be Them After A Careful Seeing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">a spoon<br>and a fork and they seem to appear<br>with food on a silver platter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when we talk we talk like poets now<br>after years</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a spoon is no longer just a spoon<br>and neither is the fork<br>and neither is the food the food that we<br>eat on the table<br>and neither is the silver platter a mere <br>silver platter as it seems to be</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for a spoon may be me and i may also be<br>a tongue and i could be a tongue to your<br>fork, a protrusion that stabs me like a knife<br>and the silver platter could be our mind<br>a garden where we put every seed<br>and the table and the cloth that covers it<br>with leaves and flowers<br>myabe our worlds, covered and uncovered<br>with some intricate designs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this could be our world now. a world of poems<br>where everything is a roll of sensitive skin<br>a mind so fertile with its array of metaphors<br>and similes and </div><div style="margin:10px 0">exaggerations, and these make us so happy<br>we tiptoe, we choose the word, we equate<br>every object to a meaning, we dance to a lot<br>of its nuances, and then we touch and then</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are so silent. we choose not to hurt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495880" data-title="Things Do Not Seem To Be Them After A Careful Seeing de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="a spoon and a fork and they seem to appear with food on a silver platter when we talk we talk like poets now after years a spoon is no longer just a spoon and neither is the fork and neither is the food the food that we eat on the table and neit..."></div> </div> </div>

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