slowly
they burn
little things
at night
to build
a fire
you know
what they
are really
doing?
they are
gathering
little things
to keep
the fire
alive
and they
keep telling
stories
to keep
themselves
intact.
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment