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Balm
by Ken HarnischBALM
What do I call you?
Balm? Sweet warm oil
To massage the weariness
That resides deep in my soul?
In full and feverish froth
You found me, and let me
Rant, until the wind had expired
From my fiery sails
Then you let me spend the time
I needed to
Walk around the grounds;
Kick the pebbles angrily;
Scar a fencepost or two
With my heavy, flailing boots
When you decided
I had been enough of a fool
You called me home
To your arms;
Your heart;
Your soul.
I slept badly in
The darkest hours
But in your embrace
It was beautiful and deep
And in the morning
Just as you predicted
I saw the light
Soft kiss, my love
For caring
And for knowing
When and how to bring me home 04/10/2003 Posted on 04/10/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 04/10/03 at 04:31 PM What an amazing poem! Its full of heartfelt tenderness and love.. another gem, Ken :) |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/11/03 at 05:29 PM *gentle hug* Welcome... Home |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/17/03 at 10:16 PM a soothing tribute, you describe the conflict and resolution well |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/18/03 at 04:21 AM Great poem Ken. Sometimes one needs to stomp
the paths and kick the fence posts or maybe the
side of a barn. It is a good wife that knows
when to let you do that and when to be there
for you....Charlie |
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