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Outside The Rain Begins To Fall

do you remember it?
the rain, it was outside us when we parted
the boat left a furrow on the sea
and the waves ran until everything was calm
and then i went inside a room
the windows all glass
the drapes dusty
and the tables and chairs so cold
like our feelings
and then outside the rain began to fall
when you left
i just watched the dissipation
just that
things happened and we let them be
we were not the masters of our fate
the stars write their lines
and they take the course
of the journey
we followed suit without a single question

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Let You Know

it is raining tonight
there is light inside my room
i sit and watch the darkness outside
there is no moon
there are no stars
there are shadows of trees borrowing light from street lamps
they keep on moving
there are winds coming from the sea
they are blowing a while ago
they just subsided
and then i close the glass windows
i sit and watch and listen like i still want to learn
despite my 48 years here
i still do not know what in essence
is loneliness
how to cope with its grip how to set my self free

the chairs and tables are dusty
outside there is this contrast of coldness and darkness

i read some poems and i begin to write my own
nothing new not that old either
the same feelings the same flow of thoughts like a chain of steel
a rope, a big rope, a long rope
i bind myself again and i look at my side
just near me

there is this brown dog
native and too loyal like your own dog
or any dog for that matter
it is sleeping peacefully as though the world is safe
there is this rain
it does not seem to stop

to let you know, there are also tears.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Inside My Study Room

five o'clock, the usual time
but i already woke up at 3: 45
too early really
but i could not go back to
sleep

the words arrive
riding on the boat
such wind
hovering
disembarking in my
brain

i am surrounded by
glass walls
and light brown
drapes
books scattering
like garbage
on the floors and
tables

i smell the odor of
dust and
water inside a vase
unchanged
the red rose
had long wilted

no one comes around
to fix things
and keep all of these
in their proper places

the windows are still
closed and it
is still dark outside
though the crows
have already
sounded their
sad calls

the cocks keep sounding
it is already morning
and the windows
must not be opened

i write some lines
as usual and then
i'll wear my socks
and put on my
rubber shoes
and then i will take
my walk to the
woods

it will be cold
and i can see my breath
like smoke from a pipe
but i need this
my body craves
my feet want to move

the walls are too much
and the curtains feel
like they have to be washed

i open the door
and then i meet a new
world again
i know at first it will
still be cold
that is usual

i know after this
the sun comes again
as usual
and things will warm themselves
again

on promises
like what hope is all about.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Outside And Inside

this early morning
the rains are raging
outside is a rampage of
blown leaves and trees
you are afraid may
finally be uprooted

in the room
the brown dog sleeps
beside a wooden wall
on the floor

the glass doors
& windows are closed
the silence reigns

inside you begin
on another journey
you began last night
on some short breaths
until you think
you had a nice sleep

inside there is something
that rages
it is not the wind or the rain
it is something else
that you want to know
more & more

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stranger In West Lothian

As I walk alone in the Rain
Where I go, is a Lonely path
I feel alone, lost and cold
If you were me right now,
Ask yourself this...