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.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
magnified rose petals
rose petals magnified
i see morning suns rising
from the red red sea
i see scallops cups hands i feel
love i throw away sad memories
i say forgotten and forgiven and i am ready for
love's happier second chances. I am
in love again there is no fear i can bear what is there whatever.
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