The Functions Of Poesy

mend the anguish
protect the thin line

between sanity
and intellectuality

express in words
what you cannot say

fertilize imagination
with metaphors

you display in some ways
what you conceal

dreams become alive
like dead resuscitated

you create a world
you have the key

to that only door and
you enter smiling

understanding the language
you invented for yourself

freed from the usual worries
of the day released from

the walls of your limits
you fly as a swift bird

uncaught by the hands of
time the cruelty of the

present you stretch your
sight far beyond their clutches.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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