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Would You Give?
by Ken HarnischWould you give me what I lack
And what you need, and in the
Process wither all we had in
Our possessions into nothingness?
It is a choice we dare not make and
Dare not speak, but the thought of
You floating in my clouds
Does catch my breath
And the memory of the shadow
Of your neck upon my lips
Still dances in the wild place
I used to call my heart
I can be so indifferent to
Temptations of any kind
But alas, or thank God,
I have yet to find the cure for you 02/07/2005 Posted on 02/07/2005
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 02/18/05 at 07:39 PM *soft smile*.... Sometimes it is the things we find hardest to cure, that would change us forever were they cured. I sit here smiling, it seems as if your poetry always creates poetry in me, and am half tempted to post an answer to this one *grin*..... ummm.. I may yet. My Friend I do love your poetry! |
| Posted by Carolyn Coville on 02/20/05 at 05:20 AM *shakes head in amazement* wow, this is so beautiful...'in the wild place i used to call my heart' oh how i love that! not to mention i can so relate to this right now |
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