WINE of MATURITY

WINE of MATURITY

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
"

a destructive course to enlightment

"

WINE of  MATURITY



Come with me in tiptoes of madness,

cuddled in swarms of teddy bear tenderness

you peek out at reality forewarned of its ugliness

tiptoes do an about face but you stop,

turn around,

go forward,

run the gamut of shock up your spine

and before long a man enters the Wine of Maturity.


Dreams descend upon a brow of skin,

Haunting, illuminating, you feel a sneeze 

in your soul’s skin.

you gather the cells of your being

walk the walk of telltale talk

a light amasses round a small door

you have entered the gate of the internal more.

© 2015 Alfred Kukitz


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Hi Benita!

Thank you for your visit! You are a kind soul.

Regards,

Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


beautiful words my friend.


Thank you for stopping
by my page and leaving such
beautiful words write on my friend.


Have a lovely night god bless. Benita

Posted 9 Years Ago


Dear Ana,

Your green is the ecological state of being except for that pic. I see you as a teenager not the beloved women I've come to feel kinship. Thanks for visiting!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Some things get better with age.
Not many things but some. :)
I am a bit wiser but still pretty green.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Thanks Jacob! Can you bring longhorn or havantii?

Posted 9 Years Ago


like good wine, as we age, we gain more wisdom, more knowledge, we taste better---
i don't know why some are so afraid of aging...there are some pretty good aspects associated with it.
i'll bring the crackers and cheese.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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