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October Ruminations
by Ken HarnischOne goes south
The other is already there
And the northeast winds
Blow over me
As they will, one day,
My grave.
I am a captain of destiny
Though whose is still
In doubt. In sum
I have done
Wondrous deeds for others
That far outweigh
Those I’ve done myself
But isn’t that life?
And its purpose?
The words in the holy books
Tell me self-sacrifice is
Sacrosanct
And over cocktails and conversation
I long to believe.
The child still clings
By fingertips
To the cliffs inside the man
He can laugh and marvel
At the sunrise and other
Feats of God and wonder
How it is, and why
I suppose there is something
In shuffling along in darkness
For way too long
While believing that up
The staircase, beyond the door,
There is a Light.
11/01/2006 Posted on 11/01/2006
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/05/06 at 12:32 PM Somewhat pessimistic, a bit cynical, a small glimmer of hope. Philosophical. Very well written. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/21/06 at 07:39 AM I for one hope that the "child" lives forever... I think that this is my favorite part of the whole poem
The child still clings
By fingertips
To the cliffs inside the man
He can laugh and marvel
At the sunrise and other
Feats of God and wonder
How it is, and why
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