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After The Funeral
by Ken HarnischPeace be with you
And also with you
Went the mantra
But my heart was boiling
And torn, and no Unseen
Deity was going to cure
It of its propensity
To seek solace in the glass
And at the bar
I met the lame and lost
And we watched ESPN
Gawking at some cricket game
Played on the muddy fields of
A storm-lashed Bangladesh
And we wondered if A-Rod could
Be as adept with a sticky wicket
As he could a Louisville Slugger
And if he wouldnt seem
Unseemly in a pair of
Starched white Bermuda shorts
The glasses came and came again
As the sunlight died
And the cricket match went on
My vexed heart took its numbed
And empty chambers
And somehow made it home
Where, on the knife edge
Of the morning after,
I woke up to find
I still believed in God 10/07/2004 Posted on 10/07/2004
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 10/07/04 at 07:44 PM Wow, intense in its tell tale bar scene drudgery, "at the bar I met the lame and lost And we watched ESPN" - yes and this is where the temporarily lost souls flutter to meet with the other temporaries, some on their way to joining the permanently lost souls...for some, night never turns to day, but for those who wake to find themselves penetrated by the sun's rays, still believers, there is hope yet..great poem :-)
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| Posted by JD Clay on 10/11/04 at 07:51 PM Pallid poetry, Ken. This magnificent poem carries a sense of despair and contemplation, then reinforces the thought of unconditional, in meaningful detail.
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 12/20/04 at 06:50 PM This echoes and says what at the moment I have no words for. |
| Posted by Rebecca Andre on 03/03/07 at 04:40 AM *nods* wonderfully captured. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/16/09 at 05:11 PM beautiful...captures a feeling many of us can relate to so very well... |
| Posted by Leonard M Hawkes on 06/05/10 at 04:30 AM Yes, I like this one--a haunting honesty. |
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