Witness

Witness

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
"

the effect of poetry

"

After Witnessing “Eye of the Needle”


she moved in midair

the gesticulations of her body

caused a spiral intonation


grace could be said only in the eye’s view

even an idiot could be awed

the poet though would melt into his awe 

carried somewhere only his soul knows.

© 2015 Alfred Kukitz


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'.. .. somewhere only his soul knows. '

There are moments, events, people and words that leave permanent and welcome joy and warmth. Seems your poem is almost a prayer of thanks.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Amos,

Thank You Friend! I'm merrily awaiting the release of your book!

regards,
al

Posted 8 Years Ago


This was minute write but had a huge volume to it...As always fan of your writing my friend.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Thank you Auntie! I'm tickled by the overall response to this piece.

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


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more i read i get addicted to your writing...

Posted 8 Years Ago


A lovely little piece of writing, Al.
I do find there is a difference between the effect poetry has on us poetic types and the "less artistically inclined" Haha.

A very nice poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Thank you Miss Barrie! A gracious and tender review. I'm humbled.

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


an inspiring poem, indeed! you've certainty captured the very essence
of being a poet...to inhale iinspiration and to exhale the heart's voice.
captivating imagery to say the least.
i thank you for sharing this brilliant ink! i look forward to re' visiting
your poetry very soon!
~ xo - barrie

Posted 8 Years Ago


Its always nice to hear from one's aunt. Thank you my lady!

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


A great tribute to the unknown (and unknowable?) Lovely poem

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on April 14, 2015
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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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