| A new poem, written this morning…..
THE DEATH OF TRUTH By Gordon Kuhn Jan. 16, 2010 How can I explain that which I do not understand? How can I place a finger to the heartbeat where no heart doth beat How can I dip and scoop up and hold there land that is nothing but sand That filters through fingers yet I stand and cry out with one simple demand Quiet! Quiet. Hush, sweet quiet. For simple quiet, yes, blessed sweet quiet Not threatened by any bastard’s hand for peace within, a place, a tranquil mind wherein I might simply stand free and find a means to turn off this fire this mental heat Before it consumes all consciousness, devours the child that once lived here Gone from this place Left no lasting trace But driven out with unfettered fear Of unknown threats sure the world would beget And died And died with not a one present at deaths door who shed a tear A lonely simple salted dew To leave a line made up of true Upon soft flesh of cheek while thoughts swirl, sad, lost and lonely thoughts And yet And yet I stand poisoned now unable to explain that which I cannot understand. – Copy write by Gordon Kuhn Gordon Kuhn |
