The Heart and The Hand
Poems by
Dean Harkness
Copyright 2011 Dean Harkness
Smashwords Edition
Poem In A Japanese Form
Falsetto rings down -
A mobile phone perhaps, or
A pigeon's high coo.
Five Little Words
This is a Love Poem.
This poem is a love.
A love is this poem.
This is a poem, love.
A love this poem is.
A poem is this love.
A poem this love is.
Is this a poem, love?
Love, a poem, this is
this poem. Is love, a
love this poem? Is a
poem a, 'Is love this?'
Love, is this poem a
love? Is a poem this
poem? Is this love a
poem? Love a is this?
Ode to Thomas (the ginger cat)
Buddha sinks in deep green
(enlightenment holding joss sticks'
smoke ribbons unfurled)
and ponders on ash and clay.
A ginger tom slinks in unseen,
marked with the mystique of Mohammed,
lies winding-curled,
and gives nothing away.
Cemetery
In a forest that on the dead feeds,
flakes of names fall and are forgotten.
The place they marked, now covered by weeds;
the dead, supped through soil when rotten --
swallowed by root, exhaled by leaves:
carbon, hydrogen, oxygen returned.
And so it is this solemn place breathes
with those we've buried and those we've burned.
People Strutting