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Holy, at Least Once
by Ken HarnischIt was a while back.
I laid siege to your virtue
With a combination of attitude and charm
Occasionally a peony and a piety
Offered up a change of pace.
I was not the one who claimed your honor,
Only your fear of losing it.
In the end, the felon who robbed you
Of that treasure had the benefit
Of place to supplement
Opportunity.
I did not dwell or lament;
If I opened the doors, I cannot
Criticize those who would walk
Through them at moments
When I wasn’t there.
My lack of timing was not your responsibility. Your
Distant bower was not my choice of venues.
My saving grace was that I loved you.
Because I’ve always believed it helps to be holy,
At least once,
When you pray in the cathedral of seduction. 01/25/2008 Author's Note: Sometimes, doors open to the distant past and I go through them...
Posted on 06/25/2008
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/25/08 at 02:51 PM Really so well done Ken! I like this a lot! How many of us have walked past a flower wanting to pick it but left it shine another hour. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/25/08 at 05:23 PM Hmmm, I like this - how do we touch and are touched by others? Great last stanza. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 06/25/08 at 09:37 PM "My saving grace was that I loved you.
Because I’ve always believed it helps to be holy,
At least once,
When you pray in the cathedral of seduction" Truly an amazing line, and sometimes a love not quite claimed lives on as a fantasy in a special place, sweet, honorable and what almost was...but then your poem tells that so well and brought back memories and a smile. smh |
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