the hills
are legs spread upon the plains
waiting
as some flowers spread their scents
on the thighs
of the valleys
the sun arrives
in its naked grandeur
since then
love, and love and love
has filled the
earth
winds so soft
and clean and fresh
the heart of the earth
beats
for love and love and more love
the sea is quiet and
calm
and then tonight
the moon and stars
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment