A Juggling...

emptiness like
instant time

a word by mouth
in a second

the lips receive
the comfort

like instant milk
on chili gum

sadness comes
there is a welcome

time forbids
a communion

sorrow lives beneath
the armpit

there is an itch
a discomfort but

it will not be for long
there is always a departure

you have seen her face
sadness is beautiful

loneliness creates meaning
poems come forth like

flowers opening in spring
like sunlight bursting early morning

rivers have songs
birds in circus dance

the clouds make the show
of stories

there are too many now
for the juggle

how can life be so
dry? unless you have only sands

welcome the rain
forget the sprain...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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