the days are coming and going
the coconut tree that you once planted at the back of the house
has become so tall
and fruitful
the nights are dark as usual but soon when you begin to look at those sides
carefully
you will notice a collage of stars
a comet once passed this path but you were then asleep
preoccupied with the thoughts of
your past
those cliffs that you have not climbed ever
the deep seas that seem to warn you of some people drowning
do not fear
bright mornings are still here everyday bringing you a bouquet of red roses
just be patient
high noons are temporary
the ticking of the clocks shall soon fade away to the voices of your carefree days
once when you were a kid
playing under a heavy rain
with your best friend
a long, long time ago.
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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