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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Thanks Szhzia!

I keep wondering how people find this old poem?

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


Every thing relates to our soul, but only few people realize it. loving it, keep writing.

Best
Szhzia

Posted 7 Years Ago


Thank you Read Write!

It's been a humbling experience.

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


Few people inspire these words: carried somewhere only his soul knows.
How beautifully said...loved this tribute.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Thanks Valentine!

It is said that a Valentine shall pass this way and sing the praises of the spiritual way.

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


Many writes I have read reflect your words in your last grouping. Valentine

Posted 8 Years Ago


Thanks m.s.

It just goes on and on!

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


perfectly articulated with still great margins to swim in its interpretation

Posted 8 Years Ago


Alfred Kukitz,
"Witness" The title itself helps me to begin to see that this is a response to something; not in technical terms but growing from life within. Melt into his awe and only his soul knows- coming from a special thing seen or experienced? Anyway read it over a couple times. Can't say I really understood but it was still a study in response rather than just seeing. Blessings Kathy

Posted 8 Years Ago


Thanks Paul!

Kelly Sheppers is the responsible poet.

regards,
al

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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