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An Ode to Mockery
by Ken HarnischSome scour their own depths
To make sense of the
Utterly insane
I would be the first to say
Write on, for I know well the catharsis
That comes with writing out the pain.
Myself, I have indulged in both silence
And its noisy antithesis
And I think, for now, I prefer the muteness of reflection
To the cacophony of purge
I do not deny the sordid pages of my life
Or leave them unread for very long
But by being sardonic and sensual
I continuously mock the author
Of the grief that gave them birth.
04/17/2001 Posted on 08/06/2007
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 08/06/07 at 03:40 PM nice read. thanks. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/07/07 at 12:32 AM So often do I "prefer the muteness of reflection", it has become my tent. This poem is gentle, prodding many deep thoughts. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/07/07 at 02:50 AM A very thoughtful piece. I like how you look at yourself squarely in the face and your different approaches to expressing situations. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 08/09/07 at 05:07 PM *Softest Smile*.... ummmmmmmm... how does anyone find the words to comment something so very honest? |
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