Scattered Ages
by Scott Thomas Outlar / December 27th, 2020
Snapshots of mood and emotion
The mouth of death
and its inevitable yawn
Plagues throughout time
our emergent rise from the muck and mud
My ancestors didn’t starve in the cold
before passing on their swagger
and neither should I
succumb to a sin not my own
nor suffer the karma
that’s been cleansed from my soul
I caught 18 falling leaves this autumn
each one blessed with a wish still to make
Every yesterday failed to dig my grave
tomorrow remains a promise of the wind
Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching
philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of
consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration.
He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and
prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at
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This article was posted on Sunday, December 27th, 2020 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.