james watkin Poems

That heard, each, up from out
Summered and coastal
Leads one, to what, back down
If long years, afar
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As comforted by, Autumn eve
With it approaching
Choice grim hansom requested of
The sombre-inclined.
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A monster, verging on
Ugly, in his pride
Man, when from it, does not hide
His self as supreme
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Having removed myself
As distantly
That world-wise badgering
Drift not back in
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In a corner of Earth
Nested, nestled
From all sides, mountain-green
O'erhung, winds blunt
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Concomitant with aging
What as slow, out the heart
In creeping, all borders does clear
Beyond one's near and dear
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Lady, ere, what for elegance
Had, grown you up in
As I, as stiffly confidant
To strike roots, begin
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Anything at all, be it
Tiny beet sprout
Or what, cackling, in and out
For growing hen
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As fair, a foul mudflat, quag
Rises from out
Canna lily, showy
Primrose, softer
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Life, yet dawned of love upon
Since warmed, how interpret
Except, more so, as that void
Cowed blown through; dark, cold, wet.
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