Rachel Harris Poems

The violins warm to the
Rhythm
Back and forth, how
Quickly
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The Hallmark’s where I start my quest
I test every condolence card for it
The fit I’m looking for of words together
Feather-weight paper and ink: man-made
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There is a part of the heart lying empty
Sorrowed, it waits to be refilled
The desolation of a barren space
Seeps into every line of every face
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“I’m going to pay you.”

“No you are not.”
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A tragic tale I have to tell
Of the day misfortune to me befell
My lady’s companion did come to me
And her mischievous plans I could not see
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If I was an artist
I’d paint something beautiful
Something like a heart
With colors whirling round
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Under a sheet of deepest blue
Beneath a clear basin filled with shining white
Watched by the nocturnal lights
I walk someplace found in the night
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Forgive me, love
Call me slow
Laugh in your eyes
Pretend its insult
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It takes a coward
To start a war
But a brave man
Is needed to end it
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The
Heart
Named as yours
Is split
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