About Trial Verses

These random trial verses, typed out by some middle-aged George, have no other purpose, but to bridge the gorge, between those of the bygones, and present, that's chewing the age, thus lubricating life as it goes, or else shouting lines off stage, for light gets dimmed by a stratus that claims the sight as wage. However, he shouldn't play versus the odds of time archimage, yet write away his trials in verses and so, to sniff that blurry edge that lies right behind madness and just ahead of the sage. Now, a rather unpoetically aboutness: each poem is a trial, an experiment in language, emotion, and meaning. They are verses that attempt to capture fleeting moments, sudden realizations, and quiet observations that eventually make up what we sometimes call „the whole point”... Also, a disclaimer: English isn’t my first language. You’ve probably already picked up on that from the way I write, but I figured I should mention it anyway. If you spot any weird phrases or funny mistakes, I hope you’ll take them in stride—or maybe even get a laugh out of them!