THE SPIRAL STUMBLES


An odd feeling passed over me this night
Cast from memories to paper the wall of my room
How the wind howls and seeks an entry to my soul
Where with barbs it would lay waste without recourse
And show me the insignificance of my life
The blazing fire of anger shared
The paths walked and those failed to pass over
Doors offered and left closed
With life my life is shared and
What could have been is done
For better things I think
Perhaps, but no tally sheet for the score
The butterfly spreads its wings
The rabbit seeks a hole
An end within an end
The spiral stumbles and fails. Copyright Gordon Kuhn Sept. 28,2014

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THE SHADOWS OF THE MORNING LIGHT


THE SHADOWS OF THE MORNING LIGHT

Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

Poet in the Rain Productions

Sure t’is the morning of regrets

When memory doth not forget neglects,

And stabs the soul with a cutting stone,

And one finds they are all alone

 

Sure t’is a fine tormenting day

When memories come that should not stay

And pain fills the gutters deep

And the mind needs rest but canna sleep.

 

Sure t’is a hollow empty place that lingers in my life

And all about and there within I find a potent strife

That canna leave the peace alone

And hangs and falls as a heavy stone.

 

Sure t’is a haunted place I farewell go

And live as if the life were planned to be so

And yet the morning comes without delight

And I see my mirrored face anew,

in the shadows of the morning light.

May 5, 2012