the ship
slices its way
along a mirror sea
behind it
you do not see any scar
there is no sign
of disturbance
whatsoever
in a minute you look back
the sea is another mirror again
reflecting
fury
at noon
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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