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.
Wednesday, January 08, 2014
these morning poems are gifts i receive from the sky through the wind by the window to my bed to my breakfast table
i posses no rights they are not mine
now it is my turn to offer them to you
lonely brother suffer if you must but beautifully always
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