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Sometimes
by Ken HarnischSometimes
When I think of you
And the promises I made to you
To keep my heart and distance
In their room
It still enflames me
Knowing you are close
And thinking of me hot and just the same
And sometimes, casting caution to the winds
Knowing how lifes zephyrs
Always fly too bloody fast
I think of casual collisions
And wonder if the fear
You have is real, or just another figment of your mind
But then, the cold and sober thinking
Comes again, and says
She is right, she was always right
And I put the wild thoughts
Back in their room again
The love for you
Always being more than the love of you
In the end. 05/09/1998 Posted on 09/23/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 09/24/03 at 03:13 PM Sometimes.... you write great truths, and call them poetry. Sometimes... you write from a place more than the man goes. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 09/24/03 at 03:14 PM Rereading my comment lol I thought I had better add a postscript, that women and men are very alike in their thoughts reg. relationships sometimes, and you have a way of writing universal poetry. Great Poem Ken |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 09/27/03 at 07:27 PM Oh, Ken. This is as poignantly (did I spell that right?) beautiful as I've learned to expect from you. You have a magical way with language. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 10/02/03 at 04:57 PM I really like the distinction of the love "for you" and the love "of you" at the end. |
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