it saddens me to see a face
on the mirror
sunken eyes like the church
after the volcanic
eruption years ago
in the distant
unknown island
of Camiguin
moles multiplied and
fates confused
destinies convoluted
on the random lines of
the palm
i pity this face
trampled by the shamelessness
of the constancy of sin
hypocrisy begging for
forgiveness
losing any meaning
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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