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Restless
by Ken HarnischShe rises from the arc of light
That trapezoidally webs her keyboard in the night.
He sleeps, aware perhaps of her restlessness,
But unaware of its cause
And (she often apprehends) no agent to its cure
There is a current running through her:
Electric and blue and charged so much
It sparks and sizzles in the night.
But she is not plugged into any outlet
And her life, that stationary front,
Is not so terrible for being calm.
She senses she should be happy
And feels the guilt for being not
But the shimmering in her soul
Will not be fooled, or fed treats
Until, like some hungry pet,
It is sated and flaps away
She ties her fists in knots and
Stares out at a palace of life and light;
Imagines herself out there
When here, the life she lives
Should be enough.
Because it is not;
Because the light enchants
And sometimes seduces;
She stands at her own window,
Wondering.
Restless. Ever restless.
01/18/2009 Posted on 01/18/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/19/09 at 02:51 AM "She senses she should be happy
And feels the guilt for being not"--That's such a great line, man. It sums this up beautifully. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 01/19/09 at 05:39 AM Wow. Really great, Ken.. its a very telling & effective poem. 2 thumbs up from me ;o) |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 01/20/09 at 11:28 PM I have looked out the window and felt this way but in the end I looked within and wow what a difference was made. Restless is an urge to run but not always away or too but from so it isn't easy to define. Love this poem. smh |
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