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.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
when a man feeds a number of ducks on the river he thinks of the money and the meat and the eggs setting aside the noisy quacks and the pestering constant call for attention,
i wonder how the ducks see the man his demonstrative care and charity?
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