Soul, Eclipsed, Down-Casting Of Lives Poem by james watkin

Soul, Eclipsed, Down-Casting Of Lives



Soul, eclipsed, down-casting of lives
Fits the momentary dusk
Of an opportune grudge sport.
Of a devious report.

Foothills of a finely made people
Here, there, shifting snowflake-like
Throws pure gazing out again;
The dying; with no strain.

Saturday, October 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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