renaissance

renaissance

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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who me?

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renaissance

sift the day into particles of dreams
much is gained in the smallness of the article
i venture into now’s gift
slowly the hum of my voice unseats consciousness
naked of thought, the ear bends into the fidelity of a whisper
i can only mona lisa smile as i veer into my own portrait’s renaissance.
as decades pass this moment will vaporize into the man i am.

© 2018 Alfred Kukitz


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thanks emma!

retirement is a gift that drifts off into wonderland?

regards,
al

Posted 7 Years Ago


Comes a time when being your own reflection matters more than.. and being self is the most important of all roles. Perhaps?

Posted 7 Years Ago


thanks sette!

i am the humble servant of dictionary and imagination!

regards,
al

Posted 7 Years Ago


thanks Jacob!

me to! i think the words came from vapor. how else can you explain this mystery!

regards,
al

Posted 7 Years Ago


like the way you try to capture the essence of mona lisa as part of renaissance, the metaphors used are amazing.

Posted 7 Years Ago


love this one, Al--
and especially the "Mona Lisa" line....that is good stuff....
i think at an older age now, i have found my own Renaissance ---thanks for reminding me.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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