Have you ever been so alone
you shouted into an abandoned well
just to hear your voice echo back?
Or held the door open for a group
of people just to feel them walk by;
just to have another person close to you?
An old woman hording cats,
trying to build friendships.
The old man feeding pigeons,
enjoying the feeling of being wanted. Needed.
Tommy Lee Jones in Coal Miner's Daughter, saying,
"There's all kinds of lonely people in the world"
into a cold telephone.
Ode to My Guitar
Orgasms should be this pure. Your
soft maple neck, holding the same
fingers that hold you. The way light
shimmers off your glittering body
when I swing you in my arms. My
digits slide up and down your
strings, stopping at frets only long
enough to make you sing or scream.
Ode to a Greek salad
tomatoes red as achilles’ blood left in the land of ilion
kalamata olives deep as helen’s hair
cucumbers proud as pan then happily sliced
feta cheese white as the clouds in zeus’ beard
bell peppers greener than the gaze of hera
onions purple the cold lips of cassandra bent skyward
olive oil poured like ambrosia over
lettuce as crisp as the hips of gaia
held lovingly in your hand before
being thrust inside you
at once nourishing and pleasing
i envy you
Ode to a Raindrop
© William Wright Harris 2011
William Wright Harris's poetry has appeared in Immortal Verse and Favourite Memories, online publications as Poet's Ink and Languageandculture.net, and literary magazines such as Write On!!! and Ascending Aspirations. He is studying English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Tennessee- Knoxville, and have studied poetry in the workshop setting from Marilyn Kallet, Arthur Smith, Jessie Janeshek and Marcel Brouwers. He has received the Editor’s Choice Award from Poetry.com as well as be published in England, Canada and the United States of America.