it sits
on a branch of
a tree
empty of leaves
and other
birds
this lonely bird
a silhouette
of strong beak
and sharp claws
against the full
bright light
of the moon.
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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