Witness

Witness

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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the effect of poetry

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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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Upon seeing the Tiger visiting I humbly give thanks and for a brief moment rub the gorgeous fur.

Regards,
Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Thoughtful, light, but nice to read piece of writing. I like the descriptions, the mood. Makes one's mind wheel a bit...

Posted 9 Years Ago


Hi Dave!

Glad you liked it! Happy Holidays!

regards,
al

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is a great definition of what it means to be a poet. One who is willing to witness...
I am thankful for the opportunity to witness your creative expression here.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Thanks Lynn! I love this poem because Kelly Scheppers inspired me.

Regards,
Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Elegantly beautiful tribute to the soul journey of a poet :) I love this!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Thanks Paloma and thank you for visiting.

Regards,
Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


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1VJ
Such a wondrous inspiration, I too am melted in your composed reverence.

Posted 9 Years Ago


My poet friend Kelly Scheppers caused this phenomenon. What an overwhelming response. I can truly say she gives food to my soul. Thanks Rocksie!

regards,
al

Posted 9 Years Ago


Very authentic piece. It's relatable yet unique at the same time. Great to read!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on April 14, 2015
Last Updated on April 14, 2015
Tags: awe, idiot, poet, melt, midair

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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