Sporadic Erratic.

Interestingly if the first stanza was just the poem on its own, that would have been enough.

Just a little something I observed here :)

Thank you for sharing

-M

Well aren't you just an observant little devil...  :p

That is an interesting point Missy...

I find that poetry has a sort of mosaic quality...

Perhaps on the basis of the musicality, therein...

Perhaps mirroring the music of the cosmos,
the music of existence...

Like we are tuned in...

To the streaming...  One note followed
by the next note...

And yet the music preceded and shall
proceed...  Our existence.

We are but a fragment of an endless river...

And yet we are substantial...

And maybe even infinite...

For me...  This approach to art, writing...

Poetry...

For me this approach really fuels
a certain sort of...

Freedom.

Freedom to be.

Freedom to create.

Sporadic erratic always. :) I love to spend time in a graveyard, it is so peaceful there among the dead. And it can be very exciting as well if you try to wake the dead but we won't talk about that. :p There was a very old cemetery by where I used to live in the UK for a time while I was growing up. It was beautiful, a work of art, with tombstones and crypts that were incredibly old. I always love dwelling in the night and find so much serenity and passion there. I can see so many things in the darkness that are not visible during the day; it is truly a different sense of sight. Places detached from the streets are wonderful to explore...

But what if I want to wake the dead Kristina?

:)

You do seem like one that might have
your perspective cultured by such a place...

I love the UK...

That old cemetery sounds so very beautiful...

Lately, I feel like I have observed how
the cemetery is the last bastion of true wilderness...

Something like this...

The place where the outcasts go...

And yet...  Everyone ends up there.

A sort of existential sphinx that
I have been interacting with...

I really appreciate you sharing these
things with me...