in the classroom
i offer words, i stand and make a point
and write an accent
this is it, this is important
this is above all
i have strokes, all BOLD
i bang the board with
emphasis, i am doing this
not for myself, i am solid.
liquefying all of your dreams
letting you see shapes
i sit upon a load of stars.
i stand and touch an orbit.
all of you are my children.
i have none.
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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