No Gold SaidA Poem by Alfred Kukitzbroke of wordNo Gold Said It is late afternoon bordering on evening in the vestibule of my mind. Again, the darkness pulls me in just as the sky offs the light switch Here in memory I find the blank canvas without turmoil, grace or deed. Pray tell.......what’s happening to the juggernaut of wordplay, can he tell the nouns from verbs, adjective from adverb Or shall this nonsense continue without a golden fiber of thread? © 2018 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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