Cinquain 36 Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Cinquain 36

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later,
while he packs up
her clothes, morning sunlight’s
crumpled shadows he cannot fold
neatly

Friday, November 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: loss
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 13 November 2015

What a loss! unbearable and cannot be recouped. Great imagery.

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Charl Cilliers 13 November 2015

Thank you. Mohammed!

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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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