joseph harlacher 111

Veteran Poet - 1,182 Points (09/27/1951 / Seattle)

The Scale Of A Full Tin - Poem by joseph harlacher 111

by window sill
yet closed
I smoke my pipe
and must stand outside
this guardian of advanced age
with no wisdom of sage
I say to her all my love
to send away
the men I love
to only bring to you
the flame of love
for in the heat of battle
your vision I carry
that this last war
be one closed eye
to pull me through
its up to you


Poet's Notes about The Poem

strength be present in the smallest of life use the fortitude of time is where I come from. this was a passing desire for two street people who visited for a summer my window sill was open but not my door.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013


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