Poetry
by Harry Furness
Love
and Then
Your kiss was softer than a snowflake melting
on an eyelash
Light talk and laughter once filled our days
And exploration our nights
I would pass my fingers over your warm moist belly
And kiss the dew that had formed there
We would search deep in each others' eyes
For where we wished to go
But
Disappointment and resentment crept in like a burglar
In the night
The ships had sailed in different directions
Accusations and misunderstandings
Caused your eyes to glass over and the once love had
Leaked out of your pores and evaporated
In harsh sunlight
Now when we try and exchange pleasantries
They are strained like spandex on a fat lady
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Moment
of Truth
Who of us recognizes that fleeting moment
of truth
When we see it?
Does it come like Warhol predicted to everyone for 15 minutes
And is it equated to fame?
Can we force it by using what is at hand?
Drugs, music, sex, danger, death
Is it just on the other side of the doors of perception
A gauzed veil to be torn away to reveal the mystery of
Existence?
Can we walk through the light and know what it is that we are
looking
At?
When for that brief time we are playing in the realm of the
Cosmic
And time stands still for us to know our part
Do we know it then or is it only by looking back over the experience
And is the rest of life simply commentary on what it is
That we think that we knew?
The fisherman casts his nets into the water
And waits for sunrise
He sees the sky lighten, turn pink, and then red
The eastern side of the clouds tinted and rimmed with color
While the western side stayed dark a moment longer
He felt the drag of the nets as they became a wall to corral
the
Creatures of the sea
And knew that he was somehow the link between the sky and the
Ocean
He sits in the pub explaining the feeling to his mates as they
Nod their heads in agreement to the feeling
That cannot be told in words
He fingered his guitar, stretching and
bending the notes
That soared off into the Song
He wasn't sure of the cord that he had struck
Whether he played the notes the notes played through him
But for a short time he had felt connected
He played with it awhile longer-
It wasn't until years later that he even suspected what
He might have played
He gave a quick thought that he may someday get back to it
It should have meant something
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Delicate,
Strong, Enduring
She enters the room after the storm
Soft petals swirl in the wind with the smooth side down
A butterfly touches down on the flower
There is no weight, the petals do not move
It tastes the nectar, lightly
The flower faces the sun
Warming to the day that it has
The butterfly goes as it came
Almost unnoticed
The furnace heats the metal glowing hot
Huge monster munching jaws pound the near molten metal
With each deafening sound the steel grows stronger
Until its cooling steel blue-gray sheen
Rolls out reaching a tensile strength
To become the skeleton for skyscrapers
That rock had shaped the flow of the river
But the river had shaped the rock
What was once just part of the river bed
Now stood an island in its stream
How long seemed forever in geolithic times
In a flash, these were the images in his
mind
That shone from his eyes to her damp moist orbs
Delicate, strong, enduring,
He whispered his 'love you' in her ears
And the storm would pass for now
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