Violently Moving On Through Poem by james watkin

Violently Moving On Through



Violently moving on through
Earth's last lush lie
Of sweet, frail quiets, under
Contentment's sky
Is it war's gross monster
Or whirlwind wide?
Its noise itself; formless.
Noise; none beside.

Tuesday, June 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: noise
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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