Denial Too Is An Art

denial too is an art
and with the complications of time
sophistication also comes
glittering and
throwing some questions
sometimes without
answers

that is the challenge
silence sits aside outmoded
the new models of denial and
refusal dressed in the latest creations
of fashion and color and texture
come parading
like scanty clad ladies with mouths
pouting for options

there is this man walking in reverse
and you will have a hard time to guess
what is he apt to?
and there is this woman that keeps on
going like a white swan floating on the river
what is her point?

the pond with pink lilies is too placid
and the philosopher sits beside a big gray stone
thinking

the koi comes up with some news
about the decaying moss and the foul water
spotted beauty

the clouds are heavy in the skies
and rain shall soon pour like wisdom

the earth asks you: who are you?
you shrug you shoulders and then gently you must go

to where? and when? you tell the earth you do not really know.
i like your art. The art of not knowing. It is where the flowers grow.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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