Daydream Poem by james watkin

Daydream



I mused; foolhardy. I messed around
With sentiment attached to place.
Now soul makes off with my faculties!
Essence parts with my name and face!

Down the otway's surge of tranquil-sipped
Memories, fern-chilled. Into the bay
Apollo, as alluvial gold
That flow. Whence comes then my dismay?

Wednesday, October 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: muse,travel
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james watkin

james watkin

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