At a Fun Rest Stop of the Mind

At a Fun Rest Stop of the Mind

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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whoa! really.......here?

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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 Kukitz


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Thanks E!

I was sitting here last night dreaming up dreamer words. I let my mind swallow them all to be for me and no other mind.

Regards,
Al

Posted 6 Years Ago


Thanks Jacob!

After sickness, surgery I need a rest!

Regards,
Al

Posted 6 Years Ago


:) ....great closing sir! when all the noise stops eh?! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh everyone needs a rest now and then
E.

Posted 6 Years Ago


a poet's comfort...words as a soft pillow...and the world rests in his heart much more easily.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on January 13, 2018
Last Updated on January 13, 2018
Tags: Atmosphere, inside, word, pickle, rose

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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