TRUE

TRUE

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
"

????

"
True
Is there a sense that it may never come true?
The whole sense of it somehow locked within itself
The letters seemingly a foreign congregation of shapes from the alphabet
I look around the small curvature of the little e 
and sense its allies are far behind 
waiting for a chance to ring the Earth's chime.

© 2015 Alfred Kukitz


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

90 Views
Added on October 27, 2015
Last Updated on October 27, 2015
Tags: e, allies, congregation, chime

Author

Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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

Writing