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Frivolity Aside
by Ken HarnischFrivolity aside
I would no more
Make your heart a sponge
Or a toy of mine
Than I would a baby
Or your life,
Which I hold as close
And precious as my own
There are few things
That can lead me to wild grief
Anymore
One would be to know
I hurt you in some way
Even if only casually
The other would be
WellÂ…
There would be no
Other.
And never will
You mean that very much
To me.
11/14/2002 Posted on 11/14/2002
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/14/02 at 03:11 PM *tears*.... comment to follow... when I can speak. |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 11/16/02 at 09:56 PM a comment expressed in a beautiful poem, which flows effortlessly |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/18/02 at 02:11 AM Ken, you superbly express the painful wonder I have felt upon a loved one's disclosure of a hurt I unintentionally caused... but of course most of them are inadvertent but no less painful. You capture our humanity as you so often do and gentilize it your gift of words. |
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