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.
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
a red rose
a red rose
casts a shadow
on a white
canvass
light strikes
on the body of
its redness
and the greenness of
its leaves
this red rose is
for you
give it the light
so i may cast
a shadow of myself
to you
when you touch
it
the rose begins
to live
another span of
love
it becomes an
inspiration of dreams
which are about
to die
of love that is
about to be
forgotten.
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