Corinne LaMoreHarber Poems

Lingering past the
Landmarks of my life
Looming, limitless in
Shame
...

I could almost applaud you
for the way you wrapped
my feelings up in the
brown paper bag that you
...

The World comes back again
My senses stir
The house is alive, it breathes,
It sighs,
...

Remember,
This is not real.
So feel free
To dismember me,
...

In the early days
Of Fall
The Summer still
Burned on my skin
...

You have hidden places
Forgotten
Lost, lonely spaces
Unappreciated
...

Toward
silhouettes of tree tops
pressed
against an orange
...

the truth,
it splinters in your hands
and the Light
is bitter on your tongue
...

There was life
in my voice
but only disappointment
in hers,
...

The smell of
leather
Reminds me
of blazing Summers,
...