there will be no rain tonight
the stars are telling that
it will be as peaceful as a pond without herons
the fullness of the moon reveals it
there will just be two of us
as promises unfulfilled
tomorrow morning when the gate of the front neighbor squeaks
i expect darker clouds
i wonder, despite,
there are still no rains
weathers perhaps have emotions of their own
and just like ours
verily unpredictable
duped.
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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