Whilst a modern verse is a movement in time Structure and content should by no means define A cat can bare flesh in ways more than one But a readers delight is not always from fun.
So backwards we travel our own time machine Its noise mute, bar the tapping of keys We see all we know but know not all that we see Tales of emotion, perfect poetic prose A time for reflection without future woes
Could you pick a winner the old or the new Your Granddad, your child, the new or old you