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Did I Drive You Away?
by Ken Harnisch
Did I drive you away?
I do not remember hitching up the team
Or pulling the carriage to the front
Of the old stone house
I do not recall
Making haste for your bags
To be delivered to the door
And yet, today, I found you gone
Your scented note left upon
The mantelpiece.
“It wasn’t you,” your handwriting said.
But it was my bed that you left empty
My heart as broken as the crockery
That my anguish scattered on the floor.
The poems I could not write
In the October rain
I thought only a consequence of drear
But I know now, there is no blood or ink IÂ’ve left
To spill, while IÂ’m looking at the window;
Counting raindrops; wondering why 10/07/2002 Posted on 10/07/2002
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 10/08/02 at 02:10 PM You never fail to move your reader with your words. Nor to touch their heart. I have known the raindrops on the window pane and the question....why |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 12/11/02 at 06:39 PM makes me think... |
| Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 03/26/03 at 04:09 PM I think I've been on both sides of "why" before and I think it's maybe a question better left unanswered? Beautiful poem once again Ken.... your library continues to draw me back time and time again... love your style! :o) |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 04/15/04 at 07:30 PM This lines deepen the subtle sadness in this poem: "“It wasn’t you,” your handwriting said.
But it was my bed that you left empty
My heart as broken as the crockery
"
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| Posted by Marjorie Anne Reagan on 08/27/04 at 05:52 PM This one made my heart overflow. Stirring read, thank you! |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/26/11 at 02:10 AM My heart felt as if it could burst as I read this...thank you so much for it, Ken. |
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