a man with a white face towel
half naked
bends on the cemented beam
of the wharf
looking for
canaries
this early cold morning
when the sea
is calm like a white sheet
on the table
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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