Chaotic Beauty.

Chaotic Beauty.

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz

The fear of not writing


It scares me to think I write these things. 

I feel at times a poetic standstill, ultimately hearing 

My own words betray me, 

Leaving on a Saturday when I know it's Sunday. 

You get mixed up, fumble on the one yard line, 

Always wonder how, when, where these damn 

Words form such chaotic beauty.

© 2014 Alfred Kukitz

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Thank you guys. I never know where they all come from but it is sure a delight sharing them with you all.

Posted 8 Years Ago

I think I got goosebumps reading this. Again, a marvelous piece of work.

"I feel at times a poetic standstill, ultimately hearing

My own words betray me"

You put into words what I could not. That's some skill you've got there.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Thanks Kelly! I hope you are fine and things are going your way. Honey says Hi!

Posted 8 Years Ago

I, too, have that fear.. of losing my ability to write. I guess one day it will go, just as unexpectedly as it came.

Such a thought to ponder, Alfred!

My best,

Posted 8 Years Ago

Thanks Jacob. I love your insights!

Posted 8 Years Ago

i like the oxymoron of "chaotic beauty"---and always fear that the words will stop coming one day...

that there will be no more writing..the ideas and words exhausted...
don't know what i would do without them...
i relate to this. very much so.


Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on July 22, 2014
Last Updated on July 22, 2014
Tags: write, chaotic, beauty, fumble


Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH

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