the big boat on a special trip
slices the ocean
smoothly like solingen
there's a rainbow on the
other side of the island that we pass
swordfish fly like a dagger
hitting the mirror sea and comes up again
with skillful wings
farther are the smaller boats
like leaves drifting
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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