after the loveyou sleep facing the bed
down
you fall in a trance
of a fantasy fulfilled
the room is dimly lit
a glass half empty stands
below the lampshade
the dirty linen is set aside
stained
and ready for another
washing
tomorrow morning
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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