David Harris Poems

Your fingertips seem just out of reach,
like the lifeline to a drowning man.
Tears haze my eyes,
like the morning mist.
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The flickering flecks of stardust
dance in your hair
as we run along the beach
being teenagers again
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Sometimes we read into things
more than what is there
our desires want us to believe
what isn’t there.
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In everything we do lies a melody
that absent tune we cannot hear.
Some call it the rhythm of life
that follows us step by step
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For Vera, Suzanne and Danielle
(The three ladies in question.)

Underneath the backdropp of the Rockies
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When you are stressed,
the demons awaken in your mind.
Positive becomes negative,
confusion reins supreme.
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There are wasted moments
when I was afraid.
Afraid to set myself free.
Free from the stigma
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The lure of writing
is not an easy one to break
once it has you in its grip.
It won’t let you go,
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He picked up the glasses
from where they lay
and put them on
and as he looked around
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Outside my bedroom door,
I heard the scratching of its claws
wanting to get into my sanctuary.
Its growl was low and chilling
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