The Recollective Processes Poem by james watkin
The Recollective Processes
The sun on the past
Has uprose once more.
Numbingly real, I've known it
For what of a woeful gloom
Hangs the present o'er.
Hence from west to east
Its path does re-trace.
Whose are the more vibrant lit
Of joy's active days, while more
Gratified, to face?
'Yours may be! Hourly
What, father-like, I
Unlawful fence-leapt, follow up.
Own up if this bounced away
Ball's sound makes you cry! '
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