Once I was
Then I was Harley
Then I was Harley being Harley
Then I was Harley being Harley being Harley
Then I was no longer Harley... I was Harley White
Then I was Harley White being Harley White
Then I was Harley White being Harley White being Harley White
Then I was no longer Harley White... but I was still Harley White
Then I was Harley White not being Harley White
Then I was Harley White not being Harley White being Harley White
Then I was no longer Harley White not being Harley White
Then I was Harley White
Then I was Harley
Now I am beginning
to be
Ahh, at first I thought...now here is one of her poems I can easily understand, and then I lost you on the 7th power, but I'm glad Harley white writes poetry, there is nothin simple about you.
The 7th power… hmm… perhaps that is a place many get stuck. Your comment gave me quite a chuckle. For my part, I am glad you are you and reading my poems!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I’m gald I read this again, our transitions through life is ever changing our mindset..perspectives and goals, in fact I see this poem in a different light, I think I like all the Harley’s and Whites....and as her poetry evolves.. I continue to be amazed at the uniqueness of Harley White...both past and present
How nice that you read this again! Yes, you have caught many of the various nuances in this unusual poem, penned long ago. Thank you for the positive words about my work!