The Difference In Daffodils...... - Poem by karen sinclair
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
My bitter twisted mind plus soul...
Waltzing internally through thoughts fields
Barely a murmur
They shiver softly (as I do)
Mad march air
Negative heads bowed, both they and I
Are as night time hoodies, shrouded within
Noir prison bar petals
We are akin. The nightime daffodils and I
Skulking in the shadows unnoticed by all that pass
We like it that way... The only difference between I and them
They shine outside, tempt bees and eyes
Then smile in the glory
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