Air, From What Faceless Nothing Poem by james watkin

Air, From What Faceless Nothing



Air, from what faceless nothing
Through its conjuring, each sound
Vengeful, playful, palpably
Is as masking, sharp or round

War's visage, friendship's profile
In one bewildering swirl!
On its music's need do wait
Dream images of a girl.

Sunday, December 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: image,sound
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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