someone called me to come out from the door
and i look outside and no one was there
somehow i must be dreaming
to see this woman wearing an orange shirt
in tight black jeans
biking on the cemented road of this town
beside this old house
her pair of sunglasses in deep black shade
covers her eyes
and she looks at me like she is one giant
dragonfly
she passed by like a soft breeze from the sea
leaving me the blasting sense of
aghast
i still have to learn more about disgust
like some eyes hiding, looking at you and then
leave you as though you are a big
shit.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
Ganahan kaayo ko sa imong mga gipang-suwat :). Great job!
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