This Mans Epitah Poem by karen sinclair

This Mans Epitah

Rating: 5.0


I am so lost
In you
In your memory
I cannot feel your scent
Know your smile
Imagine a sensual stroke of those beautiful hands
For I am lost
Slipped beneath the heavy rug of remorse
I....

You are dead to me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Martin Mclean 24 October 2013

What a wonderful phrase 'the heavy rug of remorse' introduced at exactly the right point in the poem

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Khairul Ahsan 23 October 2013

The end comes rather too abruptly...

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Danny Draper 14 October 2013

This poem is not just stoic it is strength, personal, singularly and defiantly. The second last line is brilliant. One solitary isolated letter, the word and letter I in capital as a lone silhouette distant and staunchly alone. Tapered off in thought or presence or life to be interpreted as life comes or thoughts guide the motion, the thought, future direction, alone to choose and dream. The 3 full stops also tapering from the solitary figure like a shadow from a lone stature standing strong and tall, a beautiful and perfect literary and metaphorical device. Then the last line of defiance isolated like a relationship cliche or graffiti on a wall where its writer has laid to rest a declaration like an inscription on a tombstone but will never return. A powerful and purposeful poem. Wonderful, pain filled and beautiful. I feel some shame at recognising so much beauty in such pain.

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