Water-Spilt Poem by james watkin

Water-Spilt



The course of love, you'll notice
Sentimentally attuned
Is partnered by what, in song
Streams one of our species along;
Pebbly-leaping; opportuned.

Having dried up, more takes shape
Empathatically absorbed
Drips evening's veil, without sound
As low ranked dewing, hangs round.
Low key drizzling, hung orbed.

Monday, November 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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