Apprehension The Hour Thundrous Stilled Poem by james watkin

Apprehension The Hour Thundrous Stilled



Apprehension the hour thundrous stilled
Foot-heavy oppressiveness.
Acquiescence the hour raging broad
Treed eyes stuff treed hollowness.

Expectation the minute rains pause
Rumour's up from grass wrigglings.
Ebullience the minute beams shoot
Synchronous beating of wings.

Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: bird,storm
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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