What Prevents Us, In Tracking Poem by james watkin

What Prevents Us, In Tracking



What prevents us, in tracking
Which hour is the sun's last
Dipping, as irretrievably grave;
From out those bright worldviews?

For think; up out its abyss
Night-time's no more upcast
Life responsive, what's joy-woke;
Numbly seized up of dews.

Sunday, July 4, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: night,despair
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Sylvia Frances Chan 05 July 2021

A very thought-provoking poem for me, but wonderfully put in this subtile poem

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james watkin

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Melbourne Australia
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