Best Poems Written by Deniece Harbaugh

Palindrome

Odd, our relationship.
     Who am I to know 
     what normal is, 
     I hear *that voice*, 
     a reminder, an alarm, 
     beating in my ear-what I am not. 
Those lips have yet to give me 
the gift of what I have yet to hear- 
you are not *that voice.* 
     This day, tomorrow, 
     a mechanical 
     marble 
     lost amongst all those just alike 
     whom are all too familiar with today.  

Time - so much time. Gone. 
So much time. Empty. 
So much time- lost to chasing
a moment that has no time for this. 
      Yet- I wait, for time, 
      like a child standing outside the window 
      of a candy store- 
      these eyes piercing the Sign. 
      Closed Now, but it will be Open soon, 
      I know it will! right?       

Pockets full of ignorance, 
my eyes blind by want, 
my heart naive- pleasure dependent 
upon a taste-   
And like that of time-  
a taste dissolved, 
a taste no more. 
And there I stand, Mechanical. 
Alone with that Sign,
a Palindrome.

Copyright © Deniece Harbaugh | Year Posted 2016