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The Candle You Can't Blow Out
by Ken HarnischEasily, she slips her mind around me
And I take her into my arms
With hopes, this time, I
Can hold onto the clouds.
She brightens my head
With ideas I extinguished
With my thumb and index finger
So many years ago
Now, like the birthday candle
You can’t blow out
She keeps lighting up
Every dream I’ve doused
There is a place for such
Conundrums. My problem is
Believing my heart is it;
Still with rooms for her to rent
09/22/2008 Posted on 09/22/2008
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/22/08 at 02:02 PM So very nicely done Ken. The heart and mind seem seldom to see eye to eye but you've put them together quite well. |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 09/23/08 at 12:42 AM Your chilling honesty and amazing imagery lend to a wonderful poem. Great job, Ken. |
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