welcome both
the black and white birds
often they come
uninvited perching upon
a tree that
fronts your house
meanwhile the stairs
that lead to the road
to the city wait for the
sounds of your
footsteps....
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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