At Soul's Door

At Soul's Door

Recalling the last visit when the veil
of darkness & din was scattered to
shreds in my anger of sin.

The seed of my soul filled with the
ambiguity of character
I revisit this place to find a poet of character

When I turn to embrace the seed of my being
I find the kernel of me giving me shelter
Home here is prose lathering my tongue.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Doodley!

I keep wondering past midnight.

Regards,
Al

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I really like this piece, Alfred.

Into our art thee shall seep.

Nicely Done.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Lydia. You have a dream of the mind to match your lovely smile.

Regards,
Al

[Lydia Shutter]

Words can soothe us....reading them or writing them. "Prose lathering my tongue"....such a great line. Your words are emotive and well written. A pleasure to read them! Lydi**