to see trees
thick barked, tall,
worshiping sky,
to stand beside one
huge trunk, lovely
age, circles,
feel the comfort of
its strength
in phloem,
tiny leaves that filter
mist
feelings that wing
like that of
birds, rains fall
like drum
beats
or heart
pumps
lights come like
slits, needles, soft
glows, unreachable,
a forest of emotions,
trying to understand
heights, penetration
of skies, heavy blackness,
cold rain, night stands
holy cows...
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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