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.
Monday, May 31, 2010
sailing along
you sail along
alone on a mirror of water
aboard a light bamboo raft
at the other end
you create a direction
the clouds glance at you
down below the
water level
finding this matter of drifting
too interesting
there is a relationship
developing
sailing all alone along
the surface of liquids
languid and languished
lean and light
a flight from a fight
this fool full of fear
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