selectively she lets the
laughter in, sifts, and
covers,
ferments, and savors
the flavor of old
tradition, embraces and
kisses, and
lets go off
the hook, the fish swims
back to the usual
pond.
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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