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Harold Garde: Wash Away

Posted:  Friday, November 13, 2015 - 4:45pm
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WASH AWAY, a poem by Harold Garde

I can give you some water
quench your thirst
thin your bourbon
clean your dishes,
wash your hands.
Maybe not much of a gift
but there it is.

A better gift I can give
Is an eraser, a good one
to remove stuff
Remove the need for just accepting,
that clinging desire to belief over reason.
the easy giving of permit.

The accepting of fables and excuses,

Hey, we can be artists
Find order in the stimulation of chaos
Grow stronger in pursuit of truth,
learn to relish the loneliness of search.

The best gift to give you,
I would give you this, discomfort.
Respect glory for your skeptic self.
The best I could give you is a tool for disavowal,
The accepted nice can kill.
Nurture your long quest for authenticity.

Enjoy the sun because it is there
and enjoy the night. It will again
yield to the warm and light of new day.
Seek triumph
Doubt is your best companion.


Harold GardeHarold Garde splits his time between Belfast, Maine, and New Smyrna Beach, Fla. He is a painter with work in permanent museum and significant private collections. He is the subject of several art films that have been broadcast on Public Television in Florida, Maine and Wyoming, including one in the ongoing Maine Masters series. His play, ‘The Rec Room,’ was selected and performed in the Maine Fifteen Minute Play competition and later at the Atlantic Center for the Arts in Florida.

 


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Kathrin Seitz teaches Method Writing in Rockport, New York City and Florida. She can be reached at kathrin@kathrinseitz.com. Cheryl Durbas is a freelance personal assistant in the Midcoast area. She can be reached at cheryldurbas@tidewater.net.