Reflection

Posted: August 20, 2015 in Poetry
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Is my life capable of poetic substance.
As I sit and peer into the television screen , full of nonsensical boredom and pretentious drones of plastic Hollywood androids.
Presumptuous robots created by contemporary bullshit.
My mind drifts in and out of the box, just waiting for something, something like inspiration to come around the corner.
Just anything! As long as I am not sat rotting and smoking in this spot.

© Alex Turner 2015

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Comments
  1. suchled says:

    Alex, you can’t wonder if your life is ‘CAPABLE’ of poetic substance! Your life is ‘FULL’ of poetic substance otherwise you wouldn’t pose the question. Whether you make use of it or not is another question.

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  2. Alex Turner says:

    Thanks for the feedback. Your a wise man.

    Like

  3. I would comment the same as suchled, you are a wonderful incisive poet and writer in general, stare into the box as much as you like (but not too much obviously) just keep on producing these wonder works

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  4. vivachange77 says:

    Poetic inspiration can come out of even the worst of scenarios. Certainly your life is capable of poetic substance. I like the variety of your poetry. ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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