the tales of passion
are here again
i listen to Isabel
on her feminist stance
evocative
of future actions
the woman planting
trees in Africa
the others who
showed strength
in detention
saving their girls
the artist who advises
to keep the
good posture
and never cough
in sum
i am amazed on this
lazy Sunday
as i am looking for
words too
relevant to this passion
this existence
that rambles
and grasps for
the meaning of the word
i.
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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