karen sinclair

Rookie - 190 Points (brighton)

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
Strokes
My bitter twisted mind plus soul...

Walking
Waltzing internally through thoughts fields
And daffodils
Barely a murmur

They shiver softly (as I do)
In a
Cool
Crisp....
Mad march air

Cream
Eerie...
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

Tomorrow....
They shine outside, tempt bees and eyes
Then smile in the glory
Of day...


Comments about The Difference In Daffodils...... by karen sinclair

  • (9/28/2012 1:18:00 AM)


    Yes.We may be unnoticed but the morning flowers allure us.You seem to have a special liking for daffodils as I do.I loved your thoughts and presentation. Thanks and best wishes. (Report) Reply

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  • (8/27/2012 2:22:00 PM)


    proud daffodils by day lift their faces to the light, especially liked the beginning of this poem (Report) Reply

  • (8/22/2012 10:18:00 PM)


    The hooded reference is a great simile. The sad comparison of hidden and outward beauty are what keeps us prisoners. Flowers are ephemeral, beauty fleeting, but we are sad and may carry it for a very
    long time but conceal our inner beauty. We done.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2012



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