The Face Of Ponder

the classic one
naked, butt on a rock
legs extended
body sits and hands
supporting the jaw
like a pillar
to a cellar

got one today
with my glasses on
i stare to the sea
amidst the storm
with my window
open

i am not naked
nay,
i am fully dressed
without any plan of going
to any place

my hands hold the frame
my feet rooted on the floor
my soul like water inside a glass
overflowing

i am emptying
because i am full.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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