The Retrospection Poem by james watkin
The Retrospection
One's mode, rate of going
Drowsy-dreamy, slow.
Aboard this craft; couch upon:
The Retrospection.
Smoother that keeled, with dropped sail
On a tidal flow;
Having veered round to, from where
It had first set out;
Back o'er, for peace of mind's sake
Time-waved, its own wake.
Monday, November 28, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,nap
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