this summer she wears her pink kimono

and she will walk under the pink blossoms of the pink sakura

she will carry a pink umbrella

and she will cross the pink bridge of kokoma

pink leaves on her feet

pink toenails on her pink wooden shoes

in honour of her love

that never bloomed to complete red

she will sit on a pink bench

and pray for pink clouds to drift

on the pink skies

ric s bastasa

"to find the world"

to find the world
is to find your world

that is it, this is what is
it all about
it is about you and the world
you finally find
at first in your fingertips
spinning and then
inside your heart
you spinning
inside your world

the world spins
finally inside you
and you and the world
you finally find
become one

to find the world
your world
finds you and you are
not surprised anymore

the awe and wonder
inside your heart
where now
the world lives
in peace

you and your world
in harmony
like body and soul
sleeping together
in twilight

RIC S. BASTASA

The Sky Is Limitless

Skylights

Limitless the sky is
All its lies
Spread further to the universe

Limitless the sky
Is and I do not know
Where to start or to end
The sky is one big circle
Limitless is
Its deception.

I really thought the sky
Is blue and orange
I proved it once
The sky is dust

Limitless is my misunderstanding
Of the sky

Limitless is the sky

I have been deceived the sky is
Limitless.

RIC S. BASTASA

goat

you are the goat
set free on the field
of green grass
and you eat every
herb that your
eyes feast upon

unleashed your
feet jump for your
freedom

now your master
has come and
takes a glance
of your beautiful
body

he stares at you
looking closely
in your face for
that last laughter

RIC S. BASTASA

Sunset at the Beach

It is an afternoon
Walk by the Beach

An orange sunset
Follows me Like
I am closely
Guarded for some
Unknown Danger

I walk alone
The sea foams
surging from
Time to time
Touch my
heels and toes

An alternate
Of sand Foam
And sea
And sunset
Rinsing
My footsteps

I am looking
For some Shells of
My past

On a sunset shore
Retracing It to
The mouth
Of the river
At the Other end

River Meets
Sea as I closely watch

The sunset closely guarding.

RIC S. BASTASA

nothing to tell, begin with a mermaid story

feet!

one angry fish

Accept the fact
The fear that you have nothing to tell anymore
To amuse yourself

writers' block, shutting up, windows closing,
doors locked, mind shrinking,


like the fish vendor who sells rumors & rotten stories
To the streets
You go to the fish market today
Not buying any fish or selling any or even touching gills
so you can breathe

You’re looking for some
Salt
Taking notes of the fish scales discarded
Trashed
Some fish bones & broken fins

some fishermen catching
Broken hearts on their small eyed nets

You go back with fish fins
And fish tails, thicked lippes and round moving eyes

You will start with a mermaid story today.

RIC S. BASTASA