At a Fun Rest Stop of the MindA Poem by Alfred Kukitzwhoa! really.......here?At a Fun Rest Stop of the Mind I am heard in the atmosphere of my silence A strange vocabulary of diction and rhyme If voice could hear me, if voice could swallow my rhyme I might know the word of inside Pondered by gravitational waves of thought Tickled by the transient nature of word flow I decided to pick a pickle of my heart’s desire and rest my poetic head on a bed of rose. © 2018 Alfred KukitzReviews
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4 Reviews Added on January 13, 2018 Last Updated on January 13, 2018 Tags: Atmosphere, inside, word, pickle, rose AuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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