2 May 2012
Poetry of an Age- Half forgotten under the ice, That has born us from the brunt of our births.
It's sound is deadened in the mystery within. Lying flat out on the page Words stretched in a spiralling hand; Penned with infinite care and delicate touch.
The Poetry of an Age- Touches a new chord: Both musical and rhythmical In the uninterrupted sway of letters, Forming words; Which go together to create a piece- Soon to be forgotten as... Just another piece of poetry, From the Poetry of an Age!
By Charlotte Fawdry Wednesday 28th September, 2011
Poetry of an Age • Opuss № I