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Alexandra Harris Poem
the green
the gray
the blue
the place to remain
rock over the feet
rock over the wasp sting
smooth ivory
poached in the stream
a swirl of emotions
balancing the commotion
a twinkle in the sun
a wrinkle in the continuum
glistening in the tame light
the eye
the piercing storm
boredom running down the current
sweet blackberry currant
placed in a riverbed
placed in a tear shed
jagged edges
drowning precipice
a stem broken and the petal drifts
the land is flat, and it plays in a sharp
the frown is erased in the heat
the pulse of a heartbeat
washed upon the shores
rust against the painted door
broken chords in the folklore
winter will freeze it over
spring insists for it to show
head hung low
played in a low octave
a black crow beckons wanderlust
floating figure in the riverbed
a shadow in a dent
listen to the sounds
water against water
the rush of martyrdom
the center of the iris
pollen floating in a blue sky
lost in a riverbed
lost in a stony concept
feet against the unsteady steps
the tired soul’s abyss
Copyright © Alexandra Harris | Year Posted 2026
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Alexandra Harris Poem
Your canvas sits in the corner of the room
Ripped fabric hangs from the borders
Winter elicits a cold shoulder
Paint strung across the wall-remember when you stalled
Head hung low, I know what it means to be called
Nothing leaves the heart stained like the image of your fingerpaint
The room echoes your words
I know you wished for sensible worth
Begging for someone to trace your sighs
Begging for someone to trace your thighs
Brush against the paper-brush against the asked favor
Rusted razor, Rusted flavor, blood-orange moon
Soon again, soon we pretend, soon is a better ending
Erase for a picture-perfect world
Your canvas hangs in the living room
They call it a muse-all of sudden you are deemed a ruse
Point a finger at the mistakes of the past
I'll continue to paint
Copyright © Alexandra Harris | Year Posted 2026
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