Monday, April 7, 2014

Swording Sealed



The line of ink,
a writers brink,,
the essay of the poems perceived,
a riddle or a rhyme?

Beneath idea,
the pen made hand,
the purveyor,
in such was planned.

A constructed content,
a particular pledge,
the nuances alarmed,
so much in stead.

This is a tendency of only Page,
 power scorn never say,
the who of whom creates to crave.

Within the Verse,
an approaching storm,
the persistent fire.

Apple requires,
the scalpel of another's cut.

The appeal,
the substance concealed,
in ramble of the deed,
it is ample and deceives.

Served in complete,
without the thought,
the mind?,
a metered grip!!

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