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Seeing It...Again
by Ken HarnischThough it is an arrow
Or a poisoned dart
You hurl
It strikes home gladly
My heart is your pincushion
You know this, and hate it;
I hate this, and know it;
And we are both locked
In a struggle to free
The fool
To find his way to
Somewhere else
Ah, the mind plays
Such reckless games!
To know a thing and
Yet stand by
To let the tra-la-la
Of a lover’s heart
Lead both the
Beautiful and benign
To sweet
Unmourned destruction
Eyes open all the way. 08/20/2008 Posted on 08/20/2008
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/20/08 at 02:54 PM Nice write man! And the man that hasn't 'been there and done that' hasn't lived or died. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 08/24/08 at 12:43 AM Blatant and Honest is your pen and I think that is why I seek you out when I am in the site, you write what others think and have lived in such a way we may wince at the honesty. You say it well. smh |
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