Karen Deeks Poet Imagism

Missing Max

Your silhouette softens
Your scent weakens
Yet I still ache in your shadow

I ponder quiet moments
If it could be possible
That you may still be around

I know it's not probable
In truth filled reality
But I cannot bear to not hope

Your trinkets lay dormant
As permanent knife wounds
Sometimes I'm unable to cope

Washing up I heard whispers
Of you calling (kazy)
Bubbles so beautiful

Observe
Colourfilled
Therapy

Float.......


(My darling sister ... miss you most xxxx)

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Black Eyed Susan September 26, 2012 at 9:44 AM so sad...a great tribute to her. I liked "trinkets lay dormant" and "colourfilled therapy" :) p.s. thanks for your comment on my clerihew. I didn't know if I had done it right or not, since it was my first one. Karen Deeks September 26, 2012 at 10:25 AM hello .....thanks for your comments on this and as far as the criteria was laid down .... you seemed to fill it perfectly.....thanks again haren

Kathryn Collins June 6, 2012 at 1:24 PM Your ending is perfect. If I understand what you are saying, I'm sorry. "trinkets lay dormant" is so moving. love, Kathy

Poet Destroyer A June 4, 2012 at 5:27 PM Hi,Karen i love it!!!!!!!!!!!,,,Today I'm reading poems from my aunt PD's account, hope you don't mind. Sincerely pd's niece SYLVIA}i{