William Wright Harris

skeleton- bones

     almost bleach white

          against the contrast

               of the black


     an apparition

          in limbo lighting-

               filling the space

 that was once

     its lungs with rich

          tobacco smoke

               unable to be tasted-

van gogh-

     questioning mortality

          with every


©2012 This work is the property of the author.

Posted on December 17, 2012, in POETRY, William Wright Harris and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. The last of William’s current poems. I like this lucid study, and think it a fine companion piece to his Barcelona Mannequin.

    Read Barcelona Mannequin here:

    And read William’s other work by clicking the link and following “Older Posts”:

  2. A brushstroke of a poem on life’s pockets of loose ends with acute imagery and acumen of a
    soul’s search for meaning in a demeaning sensibility of a life time.

  3. Excellent title. . .and I always enjoy when Poets incorporate art with poetry as it brings about a certain guise or patina to the poem itself. Inventive and creative, if you ask me.

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