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.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
for fear that it flies away over the fence and be gone the foot of the red hen is tied upon a bamboo pole
the white dog which ran wild yesterday at the kiosk which bit an old man limping on his muddy black sneakers barks loudly at the wrong tree
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