karen sinclair Poems

I step out... Between man made Amber street lamps
And natures midnight blue, still life.... crisp, dampness
Not a soul to hamper, mood nor thought.
Moments before witching hour... Solitude
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I'm going to write a poem
Its going to be wonderful
Coffee
Doorbell
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I love trying to write
I love my poetic friends
I love my children
My pet guinea-pigs, Keith and Dandelion
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At last....
Im free to do with you as my free will
So decrees
Dancing deep cognito upon one verde breeze
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Center-piece to December
We swoon over evergreen pine
Nostalgia wistfully remember
An ode for such a short time
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We are woefully lost in our remembrance
Wilfully digging somber graves
There are no frivolous net curtains
Dancing melodically upon softly waves
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I am so lost
In you
In your memory
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Her smile
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Finger smudges
Dogs snot
Subtle scratches
The squeaky metal ball-bearings betrayed a sneak thief bound for the fridge
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My darling
For a few short weeks you held that which was your dearest dream
Closest to your chest
Your body prepared
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