james watkin Poems

Spirits of the plains, the downs'
Gentle up-smiled descents
In what's sunned, buttercup swayed
As for their king arrayed;
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For ripple-pulsing waters'
Gladsome gusto
What charms its way into hearts
Like girl, sprightly;
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Cruel Time-Lord, back-scything o're Death's
Landscapes does expose
More, of war's felled, historical
Does writhe than compose.
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To what far and yon
In hill, horizon
Shy fronded, sparkly sead
Beckons on and on
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An emotional ordeal tis
Our life, in passing through.
Alarming, for what abrupt
Can a calm mind disrupt.
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What prevents us, in tracking
Which hour is the sun's last
Dipping, as irretrievably grave;
From out those bright worldviews?
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World, sometimes in vehemence woke;
A dragon, fiery-flushed.
Sometimes spectral-like uncovered.
Pale, withdrawn. Hushed.
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A process, marvelling over
Year-long investigating
Is that halts not, beautifying
Every clime and corner.
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Absurd of us, we realise
As closely the matter who
Look in on, to believe;
Process of self-delusion!
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Twixt worlds, real and imagined
But too listless, lax
The dividing line to guage.
For aid, send messsge.
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