the first time mama bought me a jockey
the first trip to cagayan de oro city
the first plane ride to manila
the first kiss
first bed
first love
the first broken heart
as i sit empty handed beside my window
the first time in my life
i begin to smile thinking about all these things
the first time.
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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