the balloon that you released in air
finally burst
and you know not where the rubber
has landed,
just like that old arrow that he shot into the air
you know not exactly where it fell,
just like the love that i am giving, it shall fall
(not for you, who shivers with its touch)
i better give it to the seagull instead
this love for a fish,
this fish that loves nothing but the sea....
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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