feeling down
feelings like kittens without
mothers or rains without
a guiding gutter
where to stay for a while
while season blur
and lights burst
stomachs grumbling
and feet smashed
like snails
where do you live now?
at the writer's block
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.
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