Holidaying, Year-Round Poem by james watkin

Holidaying, Year-Round



Those stop-off points, as living's preferred
Brought into clear focus!
Stripped of their once a year feeling
What then would be left of us?

Time to quiet breathe; and breathe and breathe.
Relief, that's unvarying.
Mountainy rich blown, say; or sea-spiced.
'Dullness' unfound cities in!

Saturday, October 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life,country
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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