a pot of flowering
magnolia
beside a window
below it
a man walks
innocently
i who sees what happens
next
closes my eyes
in utter
invocation of what must
be
only a simplicity.
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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