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James Watkin Poem
Yours, the pale-shelled cameo, dear
Moon-skied, Night-worn.
Hung from its pure starred necklace.
Pearls of the high-born!
Of you what's mythic featured
Afar, as dream-lit
Alike within clasping's reach.
Alike to claim it.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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James Watkin Poem
Mysteriously intimidating.
Intensely disturbing.
Dim, smoky, noisy. Of what force
Hellish, so pushed on down?
Where a changeful melt of figures, faces
And worse, feeling phases
From out its walls, grasp at attentions
Does ooze. Life's renown!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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James Watkin Poem
A daisy-faced sky. Of all
Reawoke freshness
The most trustful lit, so leant
In its cheerfulness.
Pale, spotless, impeccable.
Where's its schoolgirl's mime?
Besides, Day, as flushed to greet
Its well past which time!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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James Watkin Poem
Fear before love; tis ever
A street's heart-thumped view.
Abhorrence, through which a smile
Cracking, may burst through.
That which trembles, before dawn
Verging, tree-shaded
Its more than likely in awe.
For whom light does shed.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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James Watkin Poem
As striking a picture, leaf-twirled
A little off the ground
For a colour movement
Autumn-rich skirts, pleated and whirled
In both the folk dances
Scot and gypsy present.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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James Watkin Poem
Does how we see ourselves
Alter this world's outlook?
If uncommendably, would each
Not for it be mistook
Summer, winter? Day, night?
Dread to think! And yet I
Once, of that glum spirit, seized
Hibernating did lie.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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James Watkin Poem
A sort of fluttery glamour
Unlike any that flew by.
By most less appreciative looked on.
Unvaryingly dull. Mothed sky.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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James Watkin Poem
Sun-flagrant, a flashed tigress
Gaze-blazing, brazen.
This beauty species he shuns.
And to Shy Wood runs.
Doey eyed, in dappled light;
Which, doe-like, stepped out
Through gentlest coaxing words, with
A sweet demure noise.
Thence charmed away by its poise.
Womankind's standout!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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James Watkin Poem
This harsh light, back on you
Piercingly cruel aimed
Is of no sun, though it burns
In heart, as hot yes?
And however thickly
Shaded, walled off are
For protection, there's just no
Hung bough, cloister, right?
Unless counter-eying bright!
Love's, for that loveless!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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James Watkin Poem
From on high, only by Him
How throned o'er, thought of?
When as prompt, through each flash
Rainbow's, ray's, re-sent
The heartening mercy!
The heart-warming love!
To believe, must we bear
Full-faced God's descent?
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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