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.
Friday, April 30, 2010
PAVING THE ROAD TO TABON
IT is election time
and the powers that be
paves the way to Tabon
gravel is hauled and poured
fitting the wider version of the road
everything is slippery during the rain
the farmer slides and his basket of fruits roll on the hill
after election time
the road shall be what it used to be
no one cares.
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