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
it is too late it is dark and there is no more time to play
mother has called and waits by the door with a beating ready on her hand
it is too late to remember what sweetness is left by youth
what pool is there to jump upon so we can be frogs again
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