a boy sleeping beside
his mother
he stops sucking his
thumb in the middle
of such a peaceful
day
the mother sleeps too
and dreams
about his boy who shall
become another soldier
of Israel
about this war that
has no end.
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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