electric blue
body of a man
muscular and
strong and firm
and silent
he is the backdrop
of the principal figure
of a leaf
whose tip is melting
butter
dripping
like a drop of
red melon juice
cut
slit from a
wound.
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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