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.
Monday, December 02, 2013
THE HAMMOCK
there is enough joy in the hammock
a body is taking the shape of the curve like a quarter moon sailing in the dark sky
you rock yourself with the wind and then you fall asleep on your dreams.
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