Intuition Poem by james watkin

Intuition



Off the hot black road
Making a harbour in
Pine needles' cool sound of
Blue seas inviting.

Up from mother's chair
Torturous spiralled dread
In the high summer wind
Has dissipated.

Thursday, April 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: journey,mother,bicycle
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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