there is something
in your smile
that hinges beyond
the shape of your
body
your arms
sculpt me
into human
form again
for years i
have been
turned into
a big
stone
god of the
walls
pillar of
my gods
when i look
at you
the world
blooms
into a flower
it is this want
and need
but reason is
a sword
that hits
from one side
of my body
to the other
i do not surrender
i am on my wings now
i am flying away
and you feel nothing
about my leaving
nothing's changed
your world is still
sea, sky, land.
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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