Repose, Dew-Capped Mentor Poem by james watkin

Repose, Dew-Capped Mentor



Repose, dew-capped mentor
Of the evening Repose.
Footsore, your disciple needs firm couched advice.
Flagging, your gracious nod for these eyes to close.

Your voiceless voice, repressed
Like prayer wheel of Tibet
Elsewhere, as directed by a clock's hand.
In Time's everywhere, from sunrise to sunset!

Sunday, November 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: evening,peace
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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