dyeing his hair
this morning and
putting on a new pair of trousers
a supporter
he attempts to play
basketball
somehow he cannot shoot
the ball
he fails again
on the next attempt
he sweats it out
drinks his lemonade
and whistles
Inamorata a la
Dean Martin
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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