Shannon Harney


Poetry - Poem by Shannon Harney

I jot recklessly
on lines of luxury-
Pretentious symbols held heavily.
Oh,
I treasure the flavor!
My voice is tired and sore
from swirling, spurring, stirring
never less and never more.
It pushes me tediously,
balancing the concept of equality.
Lethal is its residence
and the power it gives me.
Heart from a connector,
mind from the sea,
Where’d these words come from?
Not from a caretaker,
no not from me.

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry


Comments about Poetry by Shannon Harney

  • (1/4/2016 12:01:00 PM)


    Strong and honest comments. Authentic reality. (Report) Reply

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  • Chinedu Dike (9/5/2015 12:13:00 AM)


    An insightful piece of poetry nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Shannon. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (8/27/2015 7:49:00 AM)


    Words from various sources inspire one to write poetry so, it seems! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015



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