every morning i put
landmarks
after having surveyed
night's domains
meeting people and
hearing their own stories
taking notes where i can
possible situate my feet
my hands are not fists
they are tributaries of fingers
i have seen worlds
compared it with mine
there is this empathy
that somehow redeems my losses
how wonderful is the listening
about the travails of suffering
it lessens mine
grapevine
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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