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The Question
by Ken HarnischDo the best of poems remain in attics
Afraid of the light
Lover to the dust that will shroud them
For years, until it no longer matters
That a heart so touched
Could fail to speak its piece and the ears
Upon which such courage was supposed to fall
Were too far gone with age and distance to care?
Alas, yes. 10/16/2007 Posted on 10/16/2007
Copyright © 2026 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 10/16/07 at 04:21 PM Hi Ken,
Good one. Yeah, sometimes they do get to come out and see the light of the day. Not all is lost. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/16/07 at 08:59 PM A brilliant and subtle little poem. If "attic" be one's head for one...then yes, I think so, poems not yet or ever given verse, in dust of thought, shyly enshrouded. Give voice, as here. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/17/07 at 05:00 AM For sure. How many poems have I written in my head, then never get them down on paper...they are the unsung. Unique way to express this idea.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/18/07 at 04:02 PM A succinct questioning yet nicely developed. Those caring words unsaid or unwritten - alas... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/08/07 at 05:21 PM Scary to think of the possibility, yet so plausable. How many great poems will we never get to read??? |
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