to a jaundiced eye the world
appears yellow
and that includes all the details
and shades: the graffiti and
the effete
a society overrefined
turning yellow green with age
and envy
over the happiness of others
those who jumped over the fence to find the unique
pleasures of
violet grass and
purple clouds and
gray sun
one must not be bothered by the latest news of himself
narrated by
an acquaintance from far north
where the buffaloes are butchered
a name is kicked out from the pages of the morning papers
over a cup of cold coffee
another refined destruction of an icon
in you
listen the mesmerizing sound of your name
as you pray to
your favorite saints
do not be afraid
that is what is always said inside your heart
be not confused
in the middle of the crowd
there is the lonely you
listen to it carefully
it is the only true and honest voice
it does not betray you
and so
obey it.
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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