Published in



A Poem

Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash

It is very hard to be
all the way over here
the lover of your body
and have to cut through
fog and clouds of distance
while the rest of the prairie
rots away oblivious
to the scorned prince
who just can’t bring himself
to write another line like that
but who collects the grasses
and flowers in his head
sweetening them by putting
them in your open hands
and wondering who else could
make a bouquet and an altar
like this to the next life…

Life love lust lost and lonely? Look o’er here! Come join ArtRock, stories that make the traveling loner feel right at home.

Recommended from Medium

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
J.D. Harms

J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas

More from Medium

Initiated Ritual: Prose Poem

Monsters In The Moonlight

Leave Your Shoes at the Door