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, November 03, 2013
IN REACTION TO A POEM WHICH STATES THAT THE THREE APPLES ARE WATCHING THE RAIN
Let it simply be a painting respect the silence of the apples
just three green apples steady on the window sill beside them two flower pots
the glass window is misty as the rain goes on and on
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