poetry

BY

Bruce James KAUFMAN

FROM THE LOW LAND MIST
I stood at the edge of a steep walled cliff
gazing upon a low land mist
The sun was casting a lonely me...
That pierced my heart, as I clutched my fist
Melancholic visions blurred
As I stole another breath...
 
"I want to be heard! I cried
From the edge of a steep walled cliff
"I want to be heard" echoed back
...from the low land mist
~ BJK  08/10/2016
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A WAYWARD DOVE
 
Tucked away on a highland plain
I threw my bending celestial frame
Into the clouds she twirled above
Spinning afar a wayward dove
My words like salve that break a chain
Do humbly spin to rid your pain
I caught the blade with my hand and glove
Returned to me attached I read:
A WORD FROM HEAVEN
...IT IS YOU, I LOVE
~ BJK  08/08/2016
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THE WISE RIVER
I came upon a river one day
So I traversed its rocky shore
Observing its meandering way
I stopped to ponder more
The rushing water whispered "stay"
The gist of life learned upon it's shore
"It's true" I uttered my spirit poor
I must believe in what it may
The love poured through the river door
I learned the wisdom of an ancient way
Near the edge of that healing bay
The water comforts your sorrow pain
Go with me now to that rocky shore
Where the rushing waters whisper "stay"
~ BJK  08/08/2016
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