Afternoon Musings 6

(the time is 6: 02 pm
Philippine time)

imagine myself situate yourself
in my own place

i am writing a poem on the ground floor of this house
the brown curtain is laced and tied to a window
that opens beyond this red painted wrought iron fence

outside the mango trees are full of leaves
and the grasses are running wild
on mud where the earthworms are thriving

the sky is turning gray and the horizon turns
pale orange as the sun finally descends to
hand this total darkness on this land of mine

you hear the sound of the strong wind from the
sea moving towards the big mountains that i
see from where i am sitting and writing

i am telling you again, the sound is howling
and i am telling you again, i am just alone staring

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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