mere touch
it passes like a stranger
nothing interesting
on a hot day
the tongue twists
asking for water
the teeth grits
asking for more
tonight what shall i be?
a wolf? you will fear me
i could be the moon
that embraces all of you
i can be the grass
where you sleep and dream
a touch from your body
makes me a tree
a sky, a world, a universe
i become a meteor
living through
an infinite space
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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