UntitledA Poem by Sputter OutlawHope bids me find at the turn of the page Something that is true, no matter the age.
I keep my fingers scrolling from one piece to the next. To find eternal beauty Embedded in the text.
I resist the temptation “Commit it all for vain” If a window’s own geometry’s pure, There must be more beyond the pane.
I command a thousand centuries With a single finger flick. You name it, I’ve got it. So have you, take your pick.
Engage a desperate scramble Through endless years of prose. Posthumous tendrils of wit That promises the Rose.
Everytime I hope to find.. But it’s not as easy as that. Nor should it really ever be To pull the rabbit from the hat. © 2013 Sputter OutlawReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 22, 2013 Last Updated on November 22, 2013 AuthorSputter OutlawNorthampton, United KingdomAboutI like how I can expand this box to write as much as I'd like about myself. But there is that much to say. more..Writing
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