Shannon Harney


Renmen - Poem by Shannon Harney

I’ve let the red dirt in the air
kicked up by bare feet
take root in my bones.
I’ve seen a whisper caught in the breeze
surge through the sea,
spraying foamy giggles so carelessly.
The dirts and foams collide
when in rolls the tide
forming a muddy froth that I’d taken in stride.
This mud has carved lines in my feet,
daring me to stampede towards irrationality.
If I close my eyes, the mud becomes cracked and dry-
Closed eyes, head held high, I may try to hide these lines.

Does this bind me to hypocrisy?
Because I can’t deny the effort it takes to reside with my feet in the tide

Topic(s) of this poem: culture


Comments about Renmen by Shannon Harney

  • Fabrizio Frosini (8/28/2015 10:54:00 AM)


    ''Because I can’t deny the effort it takes to reside with my feet in the ''

    mm.. is anything missing..?
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    Shannon Harney (8/28/2015 6:51:00 PM)

    Thanks for catching that.... It was a mistake as I was transfering my poems on here. Its amateur hour

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, August 28, 2015


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