there are other ways
many ways in fact
to create worlds,
some did it in hiding
the world is a corner a nook
some make another ocean
inside their cupped hands
when i talk to myself
when everyone else leaves
for their own homes
i have too a world of words
my own
on some but few syllables...
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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