Ash Upon My Face

Ash Upon My Face

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
"

where I will be when I die.

"

Words come in scattered dreams,
The veil lifts in self's prophetic scheme
Amid bolts of lightening,
amid thunderous storms,
comes a place of peace
known as ash upon my face.
With Bach, Beethoven, Brahms
I'll float on music's wings
with my canine friends.

© 2014 Alfred Kukitz


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Thank you Norman, glad you could visit. I don't paint buy photography is a big love of mine.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I also find music a great "relaxant". I first discovered this when persuaded to join a choir and heard Viivaldi's Gloria for the first time. Music then became an important interst in my life, along with painting anf photography. You poem reminded me how much satisfaction I have achieved in my life.

Norman


Posted 9 Years Ago


Thank you Benita! You have graced me with your visit and review. I am humbled.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I'm a lover of Classical music and Ballet
my Great Grandma Catherine O'Brian was a ballet dancer.

I love Beethoven and Bach and many more Beautiful music.

My favorite stanza's here.

known as ash upon my face.

With Bach, Beethoven, Brahms

I'll float on music's wings

with my canine friends.


thank you for sharing your kind and wise review and
comments on my page and this wonderful poem.

Blessings. Benita/ kindred poet

Posted 9 Years Ago


Thanks Chris......The first thing in afterlife is look for my canine friends.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Sami you are the best! I can't really put into words the thankfulness I feel when you visit; furthermore, your writing is pure inspiration to anyone who reads it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


A place of absolute peace and serenity awaits us, a place of melodic eternity within love and security. An excellent write...:).................

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on September 1, 2014
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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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Yes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..

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