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Lift Shovel; Begin Digging Here
by Ken HarnischCouched behind the coy words
I lurked, my heart on my sleeve
Yours in my keeping
Where it was treasured
And revered.
Yes, there was this fire behind
The words. The evening star that rose
And sought you in sweet, hot need
Was often there inside the verse
That you knew all this was
Our unspoken secret; that you indulged me
The desire that was not mine to speak
Was your love lifted to its quintessence
I was not the agent of your
Devolution, nor will I
Be the angel of your tomorrow
We loved each other in ways
Only destiny could explain
There were times,
There still are,
You wanted me too;
If definition must be
Put to us, or boundary,
So others can understand
What this is and was
Let that be one place
Where the curious can begin
Their excavations
02/25/2010 Posted on 02/25/2010
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/25/10 at 06:13 PM When two have such an understanding nothing more need be said and no amount of digging by others can begin to culminate in any conclusion they think they might find.. Fine write Ken. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/14/10 at 06:40 PM wow Ken, what a powerful piece, from title to the last line I was enthralled...so much said, so much left to ponder...a feast for the eyes, the heart, the curious soul...well done poet, well done...peace, jewels xoxox |
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