A Hundred Forms Of... Poem by james watkin

A Hundred Forms Of...



A hundred forms of sweet time's checks
Harmful as snag, hurtful as noise
Demanding on one's patience
Give life its piercing quiver, and
Its triumphal experience!

My jumping's flair was puddle-placed.
While sprinting's windy reference
A bully made for to laugh!
Grief for growths, in an after-rain
Has its balmy aftermath.

Friday, December 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: overcoming,patience
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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