Walking Mime

Walking Mime

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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It seem like a canyon of empty years 

Since I penned my soul. 

I hear waddling sounds filled with desire 

To sound the trumpet of Hercules. 

Until then I walk as fool, 

A mime lacking the essence of thunder, 

Antennae on the rise listening for evermore 

To echoes of serendipity.

© 2014 Alfred Kukitz


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Every once in a while I am fool but for the most part a reasonable intelligent guy. Thanks for the visit. Happy Thanksgiving Jacob!

Posted 5 Years Ago


i really like this...walking as fools, mimes with no words...echoes from the silence...

years since i penned my soul...years since i wrote somthing that really mattered.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on November 26, 2014
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Tags: mime, trumpet, Hercules, serendipity

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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