the little boy from the city takes a rideon a cemented buffalo beside a nipa hut surrounded by
coconut palms on top of
green grass
the little girl wants to share the ride just right before the
camera finally clicks
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment