james watkin Poems

Nothing in my beat, irretrievable
That takes to treks, as something
Exiled of its own volition
Ever dispirits, within
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A life is not lived once
But many times over
In the memory.
Perusal of which read
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Time, void of use, a wasteland
Is how we see you now.
Stretched out, monotonous. Gladder
Passed through having to plough!
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Lifted from the book of Miracles
Set beside, what's blushed awake
For those wood out of snow images
A coherent picture make
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That gaze, once turned
Smiles upon me forever.
Those eyes, once burned
As the stars never go out.
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Walk me through these feelings.
These your private grounds
hurtful-stepping, moaned through.
Engulfed darkly too.
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Rain's eloquent sorrow, unheard when
Youth's surge was proceeding
More impressionably wrung out of
A subsequent heeding!
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Reinforcing that sense upon him
For a new world has just broke
Man at peace with man, and himself
Unto this shows clearly woke:
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Blessed? Unconditionally
Smiled o'er from on high?
Trite and childish! He'll need more
To feel it. For, cry.
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