there is duet
between a robin
and the
gentle tipping
tapping
of the rain
the white poodle
curls under
the black leather
sofa
my chin on my elbow
my elbow
on the window sill
my feet on the floor
my eyes hang on
the gray sky
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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