A Little Comment About Greatness

all she did was
write about a leaf, or a bird perching

one rainy day upon a grain
of wheat,

voila! she is great

just like the way Picasso uses only two lines
to draw a breast of a feeding woman

how foolish can you be!
searching for the golden ant with silver wings

trying to please them
with it

all toil,
suffering yourself like
a Sisyphus,

you are still nothing but a
trying hard, copycat

forget about it,
junk them
discover the great self within you

believe me, Shakespeare was
a slave of his audience
and the king....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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