The Soul Of Expectation Poem by james watkin

The Soul Of Expectation



The soul of Expectation
Ah, ever to breathe in!
Formless, when experienced
That in flesh does less so
Tingle, in its fulfilment!
Amor-touched; soft and slow!

At those of its viewing heights
For reveries, upswept
Undeflated, til Time-born
And those comedowns live out
World, shaped and coloured as that slept
For isle-dream, yet to sprout.

Saturday, November 20, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: expectations
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james watkin

james watkin

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