Poem

The Spill

Carl Harvey

29 Oct 2025

I’ll remind you
That I don’t know much
But I do know
About being afraid
Because I’ve been afraid
For a very long time
It's a feeling we share
I can tell
Because I can see it
Spilling out
The corners of your eyes
When you open them
Too far and too wide

And I too
Have tried to hide it
With words
Cool expressions of indifference
Desperate derision
Simple ignorance
Words hiding a refusal
To open our eyes
And see our fear
Spilling out
Onto our streets
Our pillows
And our lovers' laps

Not a Dancer

Time tapped my shoulder. "No, thank you", I said "I'm not a dancer." But it took the lead anyway Dragging me into a waltz With my memories In the twirling swirl Of mind, body, and shadow As the evening sun went down I remember

Screenings

The truth is We are screened in By screens From all sides One side watches While the other Is asked to lose their selves Like when before Our corrections We are told To put in the bin Our dangerous truth Along with Our dangerous Belts and wristwatches From the other

Falling

Rain falls causing all in its wake to slumber. And as they close their eyes Mountains fall into hills. Sleeping, dreaming. And as they dream, They cry. A river Sprouts from higher ground And it, too, falls As all things do. Apart, away, across, always Down slopes That were once

Force of Nature

I am waking. The pounding wet patter Upon my blind windows Pushes me from sleep Into life once more. You are the driving rain And I am at your mercy. I am flying. Grasped by the howling gale My old discarded selves Scatter, are thrown about Given flight once more.

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Not a Dancer

Screenings

Falling

Force of Nature