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Soft Pastels
by Ken HarnischI remember you in soft pastels
Which are always gauzy in the light
Of memories, and the night
No longer troubles
Any thoughts I have of you
Such sweet danger allows me the hope
Of meeting you once more
And sharing what we had before
But in that stolen place and time
Where we will not in shadows see
The consequence of furtive kisses
On the lives we lead
I shudder for that moral loss in me
But the memory of your arms
Has me ensnared in some timeless web
Where reckless flight is seen
As sweet romance too long
Denied to me
I will meet you love
And the pastels may cloud our eyes
To some detriment
Which I confess,
I havent seen as yet 11/18/2003 Posted on 11/18/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/18/03 at 11:34 PM delicate tribute to past love, in your way of excellence. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/19/03 at 04:03 PM Ken, I feel such sweet sadness reading this. You touch me with the sense of loss entangled with appreciation and longing for a once-and-crimson love. Beautiful, indeed. |
| Posted by Amy Niggel on 11/20/03 at 02:37 PM Yet another example of amazing writing, good job as always doll! |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 11/20/03 at 06:57 PM Exquisite from start to finish. The opening is especially good, starting off by looking at the memories idealized and more beautiful than they might've really been. It's a feeling most people can identify with, certainly an appealing quality to have in a poem. Very nifty stuff indeed. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 11/20/03 at 07:22 PM I love how it begins with "I remember you in soft pastels", and then refers to the pastels again in the final stanza |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/21/03 at 10:18 PM If we could only relive our fond memories,
S-i-g-h. Nice poem Ken....Charlie |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/24/03 at 04:22 PM Bittersweet is a word that comes redily to mind when reading this. I agree with Amalthea... sometimes memories are the strongest emotion we have left. |
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