Thank Him

for the one who writes
so s/he may not be understood

for him/her who writes
merely to impress and leave us
lost in the crevices of
his mysteries
the labyrinths of his
pretensions

let us all say thank you
for the doubts and
for being part
of our confusions

let us gather the leaves of the laurel
and put that as a crown
on his/her hair
she/he deserves the tile and name

poet/ess
of the day.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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