The Hour

The Hour

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
"

awaiting the real more

"

The Hour


Underneath it all were shadows

Storms capable of lightening, thunder &

Inescapable cries for transcendence

among storied heroes and angelic figures.

He stood outside it all

His battle yet to find a symphonic overture

that could lead any man to the brink

of his own salvation.

He silenced & stilled himself

until that hour.

© 2015 Alfred Kukitz


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Thanks FT..........Thanks for visiting.

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


Sounds like a powerful moment of deep thoughts, Al... music and visual stimulation can force our thoughts to spill onto the page and if we are inspired enough then those inked thoughts could become reality... and in the interim, we wait, for that 'hour'....well-done, my friend

Posted 8 Years Ago


I remember seeing a great piece of landscape while classical music played. It really gave the moment a unique force.

Thanks for the visit!

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


waiting to be a hero....and yet those who are never really try to be...it is just their nature to step up when it counts.

love the line about the "symphonic overture" the battle to find it...

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on July 5, 2015
Last Updated on July 5, 2015
Tags: Shadows, storms, brink, salvation

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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

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