the knight in fullarmor
sits by the side
of the window
facing the
dawning of his
time
his honor at stake
as the morning sun
peeps at the
black shadows of the
mountain
must he tell her now?
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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