by Ken Harnisch

Steady as she goes

My passions are in fallow

My desires writ only on the wind

And on the heart

And neither tells a tale


I wrote no poems of this voyage

It is enough to endure it

Without a record of its

Weary passage through this

Ruin I often call a life


Sometimes, you spark me

To wonder if such could be

As was, and if such that was

Was meant to be. I shake my head

At the preposterousness of it all

But in the logbook of my heart

I note the longitude and latitude

And the calmness of the sea

And note how, floating in the heavens,

Your lovely star still shines


Posted on 11/19/2004
Copyright © 2021 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/20/04 at 12:15 AM

exquisite and poignant.

Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/22/04 at 07:13 PM

I think that perhaps I have either listened to or read this before, or was it just a dream on a spring night that touched more than one? Funny isn't it how poetry seems to touch the spirit of people who are so far away, yet so close? I think that is one of the things I love most about it. Your poetry has always had the ability to span time and space and touch people, nice to see you posting again.

Posted by Melissa Arel on 11/30/04 at 04:07 AM

I love the ending, Ken.. how lovely and romantic! Theres a sadness in this poem but an optimism in it too :) Another great write by a great poet!

Posted by Paganini Jones on 03/20/05 at 01:17 AM

Interesting pairing - this one with rowboats upon the sea. Deffinately belong together as part of a tryptych

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