Things Most Rued, Lost To Recall Poem by james watkin

Things Most Rued, Lost To Recall



Things most rued, lost to recall.
And thus no longer
Can be re-gained, the feeling
Of pleasure attached.
Things and doings. For their guessed
At value unmatched.

Had I or not, bee-induced
In a summer drowse
Ever laid me? As close, cool
Earth, tingly passed o'er
Of its spirit, knowable
As hurts' reliever?

Wednesday, March 29, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: forget
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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