(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Poems of David Harris

181. A Peaceful Morning 12/14/2008
182. A Perplexing Question 7/27/2009
183. A Person 1/26/2008
184. A Personal Journey 4/27/2008
185. A Place From Our Childhood 8/10/2007
186. A Place In My Heart 6/11/2008
187. A Place Of Heaven On Earth 9/24/2011
188. A Place Of Solitude 5/9/2008
189. A Poem 6/3/2009
190. A Poet’s Life (Fun Poem 13) 5/7/2007
191. A Poetry Sweetheart named T 12/14/2007
192. A Posy Of Pink Roses 2/13/2008
193. A Pound Super-glued (Fun Poem 49) 12/14/2007
194. A Prayer Away 5/13/2007
195. A Prisoner 12/31/2008
196. A Prolific Me 3/14/2011
197. A Promise Made 5/24/2011
198. A Question 2/5/2008
199. A Quiet Time 9/15/2007
200. A Quiet Voice 8/16/2008

Leaving

Your fingertips seem just out of reach,
like the lifeline to a drowning man.
Tears haze my eyes,
like the morning mist.
You are going,
but why, I don’t understand..
There has been no words between us,
no anger, no cries of rage.
Your suitcase is by the door,

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