Pieces of a tangent
That I overlooked too easily rebound.
Jumped back up and spun around,
Covered everything from ceiling to the…
Easily astounding but to look forever more,
As if back into my face,
Who knows what could be in store,
In this dreadful, awful…
A graceful exit into something less,
With the mess already made,
But to this I must confess,
There was nothing left to save,
If my instincts were all…
Then the night was still okay.
Then the night became the day,
And there’s nothing… to…
Is there like a periodic table for Covid or some type of organizing system of the variants? I heard in the United Kingdom alone there could be as many as 15 mutations separating the infections that would just be called Covid (Fill in the Wave). And that was like a year ago. I know the Common Cold has like a couple hundred variations and has been around as long as written history…
Sometimes, when I sit down
outside
to write
Nothing comes to mind
And sometimes, this in itself
Presents the divine spark of creativity.
To effortlessly construct a structure
Of coherent thoughts Into form
that exists in such a poem.
Sprung from the nothingness of non-existence
Into something more.
Something that may just seem like rambling
But is nevertheless a logical progression,
From humble beginnings
Towards an end in its own purpose.
Outside
of time
An insight devoid of rhyme.
Ladies and Gentlemen… low and behold,
everyday we
grow to be old.
You could view this as inevitable,
truth be told it’s a goal.
We wise up into the whole
before we’re into the hole.
Abstraction fits the mold,
wise and old go hand in hand like
hot in hand with the cold.
With old always on the surface,
making us nervous, as if it’s on purpose…
passage of time,
part of my story,
what did I do to deserve this?
And wise only presents itself in
moments of service,
observed in person to person,
and isn’t always instantaneous
or even for certain.
Old is ever-present
though it’s always changing,
self-adjusting
and conceptually relative,
but is wise just old enough?
Although wisdom isn’t measured
as easily as age is,
age is one way we explain ourselves quick
wisdom is in complex stages.
