Let Me Tell You Something

do not be intimidated by what i do,
there is no sense to my work
this is plain
cooperation with boredom
and some unresolved conflicts
(i still hope conflicts have minds of
their own
and resolve their conflicts by themselves
which they call
as auto-resolution, people have a
sub-language of their own
wanting to be understood
within their circles)
do not think that i am your competitor
i must admit before you
i am not an artist at all
not even hardworking
i am clumsy and cannot even hold a pen
and if i hold it
my teacher says i am holding a hammer
(her term really is a jackhammer
since i am forceful by all means
asserting always
the wrong point, and my classmates laugh
at me
and they never had the inkling that someday
i will be a great man
sort of i can be the best mediocre in town
a nobody, a great nobody,
yes, i finally know the term
do not take me seriously for someday
i will be a great nobody
if ever i get to be
90)
now are you satisfied that i am
not threatening at all?
you see, i am just an ordinary son
to the most ordinary father
who goes to the sea
old and naked
clanging bones and dives
to the depth
with all the people saying
'Que Horror! '

it is just a splash you know
it is nothing, like the splashing frog of Basho.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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