easier said than done, that it must <br />be something always new, <br />untrodden path, uncharted ocean <br />carrying nothing but the flow <br />no ideas please he said, plain <br />texture, tone, color, <br />most importantly it must have <br />perfume of flowers with specific <br />scientific names, something that <br />my hands can feel and my nose can <br />smell, vibrant as a beat of a drum <br />hands synchronized with fingers hitting <br />the animal skin, <br />skin of a tiger, or a lizard <br />that crocodile look of a komodo <br />dragon inside the stone cage somewhere <br />in jakarta, where can all these lead me? <br />'do not bring it to me? ' you said, <br />you exclaimed, ' i had been dead'. <br /> <br />a very lonely white morning glory <br />wilted on the fence and now it is dark <br />and people are away in their <br />own private sleep.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-mr-shepherd/
