The Past's Scrapbook Poem by james watkin

The Past's Scrapbook



Flicking back through its pages
Of the Past's scrapbook
There's a recurring pattern
In this process. Look!

Images, dream-like, upflare
Vibrant with feeling
Scattered among that blankness;
Numb-faced; cold life in.

Sunday, July 25, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: past
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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