Now You Begin To See The Colors Of My Painting In Words
sadness is painted in some words
that go like a monologue
stuttering at times like one grasping
for breath and yet
still wanting to say more,
you know at first glance
seeing some syllables
about what i feel.......today, the anger that gropes
for words
explosives and
screaming soul while the storms rage on the corner
of the shores
then you ask, needlessly, the words speak for themselves
how is it here
they picture my jagged jaw, my eyes that shout
and curse
sometimes i am surprised with the way my senses
are born
remembering the first cry, the first slap
how it was
for a mother to see my first encounter with reality
how it was
that i have succeeded to simply forget
the colors of the poems i have written last night
screaming red turning to patient blue
and then silent green
and then that feeling of having control
with the purples feeling noble
and the orange still
promising to live for another day
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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