Biography of karen sinclair
(I am not a writer.... I just like to write)
Just when you think you cannot take anymore
Somebody gives you something you're happy to receive
- Death of a Tear......
- Purple Glitter.....An Ode To Writers
- Melody of Love
- Cold Feet and Other Objects.....
- Eagles Breath....
- I Hate Lucy
- The Joy of Nits
- Who'd be a Woman?
- Crocodile Grin
- Memory Foam..... Peace in a Bottle..... ...
- Nymph By Pale Moonlight.... Adult Nature
Upon our Lake
Upon Our Lake
Petroleum translucent wings wave upon a sage green moss
Whilst vibrating webs in fevered mood delight a flies flight loss
Tinkering thoughts they travel over a calming cool breeze break
Smiling eyes, a touch, a breath, do beguile upon a gentle lake
Cotton thoughts on wistful clouds disturb differing hues of blue
Emerald, limes, rusted umbers enhance breezes as they move
A whimsical dash of mottled fish engrossed in lifes harsh fight