Sleepless Nights Poem by james watkin

Sleepless Nights

Rating: 5.0


Owl-faced for night-brooding. That window
In which of my new look creature's
Ever wakeful state imprints
Askew, aghast, Winter's grim, for what
Are encountered in treed hints.

Within as without, finding the other
Exiled of a dream's better placed
Bright rapt-adrift sensation.
Apposite moons, and graveyard effective
To each their chills apportion.

Monday, November 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: night,winter
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Bernard F. Asuncion 18 November 2019

A well composed poetic expression.......10+++

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james watkin

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