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.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
a red cliff stands beside
a running creek
from a distance it looks like
a hand
C-shaped trying to give
a view of spring
fluffy clouds hang there
like friends
wanting to save someone
from an impending harm
the valley presents a shadow
of a gray land
offering the promises of
a bumpy harvest
meanwhile everyone watches
how a creek dies.
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