Harlow Kedzie

They say it's unwise to look For that elusive thing called love - They say it's fruitless, that That which could be sweet Will sour if plucked before its time. But tell me, then What I should do with the loneliness That seems to breech the borders Of its confinement, a little more Each day. Each hour. Where does this loneliness go? What quells it - what satisfies it When it can't yet be tempered By love's nectar? Is the loneliness I feel now A karmic lesson for picking Forbidden fruit in the...

You feel like the sun lilting, laughing & refracting ‘cross the kitchen tiles that Just moments ago, gleamed With the night sky’s eeriness. You bewitch me like the wind chime  &the way it freezes time with its song. You feel like rolling vineyards Rifling in the summer eve’s air. You feel like a barely contained laugh Caught and carried in the breeze. You feel like sunshine Seeping its way through the curtains, Warming my cheek, asking me to play. You feel like something I’ve not felt -  Not...

Perhaps the future scares me Into a perpetually lonely existence For I know that to be with you I must acknowledge That I was with him. I must admit to things I'd rather not: That I chose him when he didn't choose me, That I persisted through his petulance, That I held him when I hated him & I can't stand that you May look at me and see him Or see the version of me that I was with him. I'm scared that I'll fail to prove to you That what I did is not what I do. I don't turn a blind eye, I...