This Dead World, For A Desert Poem by james watkin

This Dead World, For A Desert



This dead world, for a desert
Crossing, casting a lonely
Shadow upon.
Clearer brought into focus
Nights, gazing on

Locales, sparkly energized.
Sky-bright, festive and familiar
Soul, jolts before.
Preparatory to that felt
Its birth pangs for.

Sunday, October 30, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: star,desert,soul,home
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james watkin

james watkin

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