Sensitivity And Imagination In The World Of Poetry

the pebble that you have
collected from the shore
last spring

breathes like a tick

the paper clip that lays on your
study table
begins to

move like a maggot

something is more beautiful than
this
sensitivity widens
imagination
paving more pathways to
the colored world
of dreams

the blank paper begins to have
a face
shaping a mouth
a tongue
that shapes a smile for you

the table becomes the sea
where sailboats take its long journey
nothing
no one falls at the edge

they just fade.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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