A Poem by Alfred Kukitz

another dimension of self


Deep Inside Yesterday

Deep inside yesterday
An hour unknown
Trees spoke in wind blown poses
I listened to words that I misunderstood
Long was my look of tall(ing) timber
Long was my look into a sea of wood
I the marrow of my home
Discovered on the shallow side of me.

© 2015 Alfred Kukitz

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Thank you Valentine! The trees were rubbing each other, no whistle just an eerie violin sound.

Posted 5 Years Ago

All of nature is inspiring, even the strong winds whistling its own music through the trees. I like the different style you are using. Valentine

Posted 5 Years Ago

The trees made some unusual sounds because the wind was blowing causing bark to rub against each other. Felt like unnatural violin music. Thanks! You hit the nail on the preverbial head.

Posted 5 Years Ago

as we age that shallow side finds a deepness to it.
life becomes a pool of understanding we didn't swim in when we were younger and more reckless...

lots of life was misunderstood....but we didn't care as much, we just lived it...
now as we grow older we want to make more sense of things.

Posted 5 Years Ago

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Added on January 10, 2015
Last Updated on January 10, 2015
Tags: Inside, yesterday, timber, shallow


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..