Arctic Soul

Arctic Soul

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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cold soul in arctic conditions

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Parchment, 

Dry as a whisper, 

Cracked, 

Dusty wears the face thin. 

Arctic reaches for soul, 

Bitter below zero, 

It feels like ivory in the day's cold.

© 2014 Alfred Kukitz


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Thanks guys! I set this to an image that is wintery cold. I had to kneel to get the right angle, meanwhile, arthritis is taking to my knees. the image used here is NOT the image I mentioned.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Indeed it does Alfred! i agree sloele with the sentiments shared here. That moment where the cold of thinking, fragmenting, dissecting and really coming to come to terms peice by pice with that something that it is put infront of us is alien to weather or external noises or even the things we do while we are under this state of mind. As if all that internal activity was trying to crtalyze the intention behind it. So when bitter below zero comes in it feels like all that force is going into the issue at hand.

Frost/hail of emotions.

Thankyou

Posted 10 Years Ago


Sharp as a razor cold can be.


this was beautiful and yet vicious
just like the cold winter.



Dusty wears the face thin.

Arctic reaches for soul,

Bitter below zero,

It feels like ivory in the day's cold.



Blessings. Benita


Posted 10 Years Ago



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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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