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, October 17, 2013
THOSE HAPPY FLOWERS
there are flowers along the road that i did not pick
when i finally left farther than i think
the flowers bloom from dusk till noon and then they wilt happily
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