Sonnet of Ambivalence
by Ken HarnischShould I try to analyze overlong
Bring me away from the silvery gate
I have forgotten how to sing loves song
And the sky is purpling, the hour late
I pray no lanterns gleaming in the hills
Like fireflies, will light her way to home
She may be gone for good, I should be thrilled
Leaving memories of what we had alone
To dreams of gold perhaps, or if not those
Then sepia pictures in the closet there
Where I can taste the bile, or smell the rose
And feel gray ambivalence bubbling where
Good and evil reigned as Siamese twins
Who broke my heart, then made it whole again
11/09/2002