the fishes are lifeless on the pond,
the moss and the water hate each other
the spider no longer walks on top of the water
and hangs itself from the coconut leaf
in the middle of the air
some children use to fish here and now
the arrive and not seeing any ripple at all
or bubble
not seeing the reflection of the blue clouds
the children leave and look for
some other ponds with fishes to give
they do not bother throwing their lines here
the worms will be useless
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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