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.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
you have spoken much but never was one well said
words fall from the leaves of books
but not much heaps of ideas grow as seeds
no flowers for tomorrow no roots to expect
listen more like a fertile ground that does nothing but wait
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