karen sinclair Poems

Brown house
Grey smiles
Green green grass
Black shoes
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The swan did not die as elegantly as she had dreamed
Free willed mid-flight into waters rich serene
Lazing upon the bank sun stroking her plume
She did not pass away as she dared hope or assume
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As each fatigued day culls my nature
Mine mind does Judas thee
And tinker pon the waves of hope
Muted Banshee
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Ill try not to scar you with my words
But theres an issue i wish to be heard
Warning it may leave thoughts that scar
But ill start from this point, thus far
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Your eyes they soften
When desiring me
And i see your secret look
And i know things
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Tonight....im gunna fly
Circumnavigate the globe
And swoon and swoop
Dip and dive
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There she sat, head tilted back in elegance
Pushed
By her father in her
Pink plastic chariot
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This morning you sauntered through the mangroves of mine mind
Betwixt clocks gentle ticks
And such sweet jubilant chirps prising spring from the dullish tones of winter
It is...
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Such a delicate breeze
Blows a humble leaf
My leaf
Veins of compassion
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Oh
The doom of internal pain
Hatred licks mine
Profound pain wounds again
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