The Look Of Boredom Poem by james watkin

The Look Of Boredom



Bright illumed, what for interest
Over a world declines.
Evening's Time-eye, morning-windowed.
With whose fog-pall aligns.

Colourless life, one's aged complaint!
Once that spectacle grand
New enthused up, animated
Lies it heart-lain--- marshland!

Saturday, June 27, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: mind
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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