Rowboats On the Swells by Ken HarnischI always dreamed we might awaken
Some orange pastel morning
Entwined in that embrace
That knows no words.
But life is
An ocean, and too often
We are all but
Rowboats on the swells;
And time and tide and wind do
Carry us all of their own accord
To destinies apart.
I no longer dream of us
In the same old way
And though the images are yet sublime
Still, I have long since cut the
Cord that tied hope to expectations
In order that I might move on.
My boat is rudderless without you;
I have no compass to point me home;
I am drenched under iron skies and
Tossed by harrowing waves
And in that tempest
I am often less than brave
Still, I never doubt
It is the way it is
All supposed to be 10/19/2004 Posted on 10/19/2004 Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Melissa Arel on 10/20/04 at 01:53 PM A bittersweet revelation. Wonderful write; the feelings were captured without flaw.. |
Posted by Paganini Jones on 03/20/05 at 01:16 AM I like the imagery of this, and the way that the 4th stanza could be seen to give the lie to all the rest. The end worries me. It seems weak an contrast to the rest... Not sure what I want to see / hear there though... Missing the last stanza is not the answer though. I just want more power after that one word 'but' that offers a whole new meaning |
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