with onlythe pigments of red
and black made
available to
paint her
he sticks to the
rules
her body is
the white of the
canvass
her lips
red and the rest
shall be black
her heart too.
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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