when you walk away
i inhale so much air
and feel the comfort of
the little space
that you have built
in the house
i mark all vacancies
and begin to paint the boundaries
from where you stand
the steps that slowly take their
exit from
the garden of
daffodils
how i wish to tell you
that i like this situation
when i am left and you are gone away
when i can think much
without so many distractions
your words on the wall
your thoughts hanging on the
china cabinet
your finger prints on every
empty cup
i think i could have been
free a long ago
without the benefit of
trials
on the breakfast table
i sit alone
and distinct from other mornings
with you
i turn off the tv
not wanting to hear any news
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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