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Sonnet Number One
by Ken HarnischIt is past time I purge you from your place
On the mantelpiece, where dreams and visions
Made you much larger than life, since your face
Was the one that burned, in hot, sweet division
Along the fault lines of a life I lived
Without you, and for that, hoped I might die
At times, but those are absent now. I forgive
You for your trespasses; they were the lie
I told myself when imagining Life
Would be dreary without you. It was not.
And all the pointless and unending strife
I put myself through and my dreams to rot
Were worthless exercises in the end
But a heart learns late what a soul knew then 02/10/2007 Author's Note: And the purge begins
Posted on 02/10/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/15/07 at 02:36 PM Ummmmmmmmm.... there is much strength here my friend. for some reason it makes me feel kind of quiet inside, and peaceful. There is a bit of lump in the throat... but no tears... |
| Posted by Melissa Panther on 12/23/08 at 08:58 PM The last line is so telling, so true...I love your soulful expression. |
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