karen sinclair Poems
Death Of A Tear......
The fresh tear, heavy with meaning and purpose
Travels southbound upon my warm skin.
Full of reason and pain, I watch
Distracted by it's beauty
Questioning its lifespan as I do the life in my love
First it rushes with gusto, confidence
Only to slow eventually at an undefined moment
For no real reason, with no apparent explanation
(as in my love) It petered to a dribble
And unaware of it's poignance
How beautiful was it?
The park by the beach with one caged panda and bedraggled peacocks...calling and flirting, as nature dictated
Displayed by the sea
Filled with crabs loitering by the inlet flow
Who waited patiently to secure our sausagemeat on a string
And rose embaressed and wonky