Shannon Harney Poems

What more is there to say-
I've never found so much comfort
in a white page.
I bare my mind to you.
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Rain falls like poetry.
The syllable of a droplet
Announced on the space
Where my hands should be.
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I jot recklessly
on lines of luxury-
Pretentious symbols held heavily.
Oh,
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Tip the bottle, tip tip tip
the meat won’t scream; no talking, no asking.
Lid is gone, drip drip drip
this gleaming stream is the first we’ve seen.
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I’ve let the red dirt in the air
kicked up by bare feet
take root in my bones.
I’ve seen a whisper caught in the breeze
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Sun gliding through the breaks in the branches above.
The water dances through my glimmering fingers.
An eagle silently suspended in the lonely sky.
The peace detaches itself from me,
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I close the door to the house
of broken chandeliers
and catchpenny carpet stains.
There is no need to live
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A trip down the coast
Down the stairs
Leads to a flooding basement-
An ocean behind a locked door.
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Giggling from her eyelashes
Chuckling from his belly
Cackling from her nose
And its funny, because
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The love of man will fail.
Ocean to ocean
His allegiance sets sail.
His emotions rise and fall
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