Time At Rest Poem by james watkin

Time At Rest

Time, the anxious-maker
Constantly mindful of
At rest, life most smooth - faced is.
Yet who's known it to be?

Best placed they, for to swear
The improbable!
Drowsy besides, where the boats
Moored and anchored are.
Whilst echo a gong, afar
In their peace-inducing
Waves, down on a shore that beat.
And repeatedly.

Monday, October 28, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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