You Write Because Of A Certain Purpose

writing with a purpose.
like everything and everyone
always with a purpose...

beauty, and hope and sadness
and death and redemption...

all these have built-in purposes
but whatever that is

the things-in-themselves
without mouths speak for what they mean

outstretched tendrils looking for the ray of the sun
blooming petals wanting for someone to adore

pathways seeking themselves on a certain destinations
seas covering the earth giving way to the existence of maps

and so i write, i keep the purpose within my letters
my words that you read

this poem that shows arms opening
to embrace you and also to keep my cold heart warm.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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