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Golden Sands
by Ken HarnischI know her guilt
I would wash it
With the scouring sponge
Of my exile
If I knew
That would help to
Make her whole.
Sometimes goodbyes
Need not be said.
The quiet ones,
Effected in the night,
Are no less loving;
And even in their melodrama
Can be everyones sweet salvation
But all that being said
I am not going;
It would be folly to leave her
Now, only to be washed up on her
Beach again, and limp and
Nearly drowned, be born once more
Upon her golden sands.
12/28/2002 Posted on 01/05/2003
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 01/05/03 at 10:53 AM exquisite imagery ... another excellent read |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 01/07/03 at 01:43 PM :) Yes, very well-written, Ken.. the beach imagery in comparison to love was wonderfully scripted! |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 01/07/03 at 09:37 PM Your words like love itself have a timeless beauty to them. I have often said that if you love someone, it never ends. You have said it so very much better than I ever could. We all walk the beaches, and wash on each others shores. This one I think I will print. It is Beautifl. |
| Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 04/08/03 at 11:36 AM Another excellent read :o) Loved the imagery Ken! |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 04/22/03 at 05:40 AM alright ken, POTD ;) |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/22/03 at 10:34 AM Great POTD!! Congrats:) |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/22/03 at 08:19 PM Congrats. on POTD it is well deserved! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 04/23/03 at 01:56 PM This is a magnificent display of true love. A metaphoric splendor and perfect host for Poem of the Day. Congratulations Ken, I jealous.
Peace... |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 05/07/03 at 06:18 AM Wow... I really like this: I would wash it
With the scouring sponge
Of my exile
If I knew
That would help to
Make her whole.
Very beautiful words! Great job |
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