if pains are flowers
of different sized and colors
and scents
and varieties
then if you only see me
the truth around me
i am filled with flowers
all over my hair
all over my body
around my days and hours
so many flowers spread in bed
in the bathtub
on the floor.
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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