What Goes Around
I don't think
that I have ever stopped~ I mean,
come to a full halt or rest
always been a habitual wonderer,
even questioning my questions
a times~ if that makes sense?
always a pencil and paper
on my bed-stand, for quick
access~ my muse also a light
sleeper...
seeming to me that many people
experience so they have something
to write about; while I am definitely
more inclined, to write about, and then,
perhaps, if and when so inclined
falter to re-experience, the already
written...when in less creative gear...
now wondering, into the wee hours,
if experience is, as much, or even more
the experience, before the actual physical/mental
experience, preceated by myself, for myself,
or mine created by others by themselves, but
not exclusively, necessarily for themselves~
the ripple effect of experience?
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2022
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