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The Dimensions of When
by Ken HarnischWe have spoken of the why and how and where
And still time yawns on the mantelpiece,
Dulled by the slowness of response
Awaited, yet never come.
You have taken my measure,
Sweet Evangeline
And spoken to yourself
Of doubt that haunt your eaves
Like bad memories
Stripped of their protecting sheen
By every wayward breeze.
I still sigh, as I often do
At such dithering
Trying to understand its
Persistence
As some eternal coyness
To which you owe a debt of
Unpayable sums
I remind
I am not the one who wronged you
Or the ones who followed him
By twisting the shattered helix
Of your DNA.
And if you are to rise
Above the ruins
Of a broken heart
You can no longer idle
At the stream of Maybe,
Speaking ethereally of Perhaps
Dwelling in the caves
Of Possibly Tomorrow.
It is long past time, Evangeline,
For us to speak of the
Dimensions of When 09/16/2005 Author's Note: From an Improv poem created in a poet's chatroom one night..and expanded- greatly changed - here. "Evangeline" is but a name.
Posted on 09/16/2005
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 09/16/05 at 11:08 PM a good find tonight, Ken, so good to hear from your pen again. Thought-provoking. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 09/20/05 at 12:46 PM Indeed it is good to hear from your pen once more... It is but a name, Evangline... Perhaps every woman's name. Beautifly rendered poetman. |
| Posted by Robin Patterson on 02/06/06 at 03:01 PM Ken- what a neat writing and cleaver introspection of "life" after a broken heart- especially true for most,"spoken to yourself of doubt that haunt your eaves" --yet the ending speaks so gently of hope beyond. Nice work! Robin |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 02/21/06 at 01:18 PM I keep returning here and to the feelings it creats... You have a way of creating a pensive mood that no one else quite captures |
| Posted by Janine Euladia on 03/16/07 at 09:00 PM Loved it!!! |
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