Flesh Poem by karen sinclair

Flesh

Rating: 5.0


My flesh bothers me... it is mine, it is all i carry with me
Unceremoniously daily
I do not own it
It does not own me
It just displays my moods
My excitement
My joy
It merely reflects my tears
My age
Everything i am
How much water or wine i have consumed
How much cake i have desired
How many times i have torn it in sheer frustration
I do not hate it
I do not like it but...
If once in a blue moon it encourages smothered swipes with your flesh
I am delighted


Thank you...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 22 October 2012

Wow, an amazing poem, like it.

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Dr.subhendu Kar 22 October 2012

it encourages smothered swipes with your flesh I am delighted, most esoterically crafted poem through new kind of phrase, thanks for sharing

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R.benjamin Abate 17 May 2013

This is a great write. Fantastic.

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Shihabudheen K J 06 November 2012

A frank and open write

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Mark Dillon 28 October 2012

happy in your own skin, nice one

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Rick Elpers 23 October 2012

Nice! ! ! I like this. Humor. Not enough of that these days in poetry. Even if you didn't intend humor it's there. Thank you, Rick

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Chuck Audette 23 October 2012

Ditto what Danny said. : ^) Liked it! -chuck

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