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Sweet Lady
by Ken HarnischSweet lady
Your lips would invite devolution
At the touch of mine
And I could no more ravish
Divinity than any other work of art
But, it does not still the affection
Or yearning here; I am your
Servant in all things and matters
Where the soul commands intent
And the heart, design
I will not beg; it is unseemly
And I have read that script before
Getting the part until it was ordained
That comedy, not melodrama,
Should fill all seats in the arena
Still, you know
The ache is more than physical
My soul, dancing in the dark, illumes
Knowing yours is near
It’s just not something I say aloud
11/25/2006 Posted on 11/25/2006
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Amy Niggel on 11/28/06 at 01:53 AM Beutiful words, especially the ending. Great job as always.
~Amy |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/29/06 at 05:29 AM The title moves me - how many times do you hear someone called "sweet" these days? There is a deep devotion and respect in your words. That you would be her "servant in all things" and that she "illumes" your soul - such elegant words lift this work above the ordinary. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/29/06 at 11:41 PM I picture you looking at a painting and being so touched by it you could not but write this poem. I especially liked the part about the two souls being near. Near in their makeup if not their ability to love and move beyond the normal constraints. Touching poem, Ken. |
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