A new poem, written this morning…..



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



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
“The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government” Thomas Jefferson

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