karen sinclair

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This Mans Epitah - Poem by karen sinclair

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

You are dead to me.

Comments about This Mans Epitah by karen sinclair

  • (10/24/2013 11:47:00 AM)

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

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  • Khairul Ahsan (10/23/2013 8:48:00 AM)

    The end comes rather too abruptly... (Report) Reply

  • (10/14/2013 7:01:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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