Shannon Harney Poems

My sweet crumbling child;
I found your name in the lights that line the streets of this burning city,
even as the smoke of a newborn cycle
had lifted your morass eyes to mine.
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Summer licks his lips,
lusting after the fair skin of Winter.
The hot season sacrifices everything
for a chance to receive her cool touch.
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My body tells the story of many lifetimes.
Each spans a unique length;
the breath embodying various substances.
It is on this train that I hesitate;
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Somewhere in the deepest region
Where my unsteady secrets hide
There is an arctic arena
Where two opposites collide
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A novel of mind
breaking forlorn into
a cluttered coo of color.
A soft murmur
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A black crayon and a white crayon
Have been pulled out of a box,
Each on a pedestal
That varies in size.
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Walking home in a concrete canyon
Four Feet find a girl,
nearly tripping over her arms.
Her arms are stretched far and thin;
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This mug
From which I've drunk my tea
Has a dark stain on its floor.
It must have come
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We have resided in
A spacious era
Of quiet assumptions.
A turning of the age
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A game of chess
A king and a queen
Each pulling for pawns
There's black and there's white
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