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.
Friday, August 23, 2013
white clouds hang in that monitor of blue skies a memory of a lighthouse love once sticky on grass
eternal horizon fresh winds craving in my nose
a short stay here in Batanes a day or two
soon, soon despite its beauty i still have to be home
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