On a battlefield lined
with the blood of dead letters
I slay the monsters of uncertainty
—and their legacy of fear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2013)
Saturday Morning With Laura
Filling my soul,
I spent the morning with Laura
Tearing down barriers
—within the magic of her words
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
1972 ‘Nittany Mountain’ Ladies Choice
Dancing to the music
inside a mountain garage
—Laura became my partner
Lost within her melody
found within her words
—never to be alone again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
Reborn
The window open
weathered and worn
My soul releases
—spirit reborn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
Son Of The Raging Tiger
Warrior Poet…
Son of the raging
Tiger
Provoked
By the scent
Of anticipation
Roaming
In the abyss
Of all excuse
Preying
On all wasted time
And wasted lies
Stalking
The foreign crevices
Of each denial
Devouring
In the end
—what you fear the most
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
A Choice Never Made
If you never loved me,
would life be easier
would life be better
If you never loved me,
would you have emptiness
instead of joy and pain
If you never loved me,
would moments vanish
as wishes drag through the years
If you never loved me,
would your heart be orphaned
—by a choice never made
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
Beyond The Sash
A window framed with memory
emits the brightest light
Its lock and hasp long since removed
a journeyman’s delight
Casting off the millstone
the rock of age has come
Where darkness hides beyond the sash
—inside a rising sun
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
The Academic Mask
Learning should be an open meadow
and not a cave to hide
When coupled with experience
its lessons to abide
No degree or title, money or fame
will direct you toward the light
Life’s one great lesson—living free
the academic's plight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
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Kurt, your poems featuring fear are excellent. I loved those that referenced "Laura."
The first or introductory quatrain, was exceptional. The line "On a battlefield lined with the blood of dead letters" emphasized the use of fresh language and its originality is impressive.
An excellent write! Thanks for sharing. 🙂
Thanks Tamara. Your comments are always insightful. Laura has
been one of my three Muses (the first), and she first came to me
in a dingy remote garage apartment in the Nittany Mountains of
Pennsylvania in 1972.
Kurt
Kurt,
Six outstanding writes!
Of course, I truly enjoyed reading the second and the third! They made me feel like I should get up and dance all the way to the Nittany Mountains! They’re are calling! 😉
Your muse certainly inspired you to “dance” the night away in that “dingy remote garage apartment “and be forever yours. Her inspiration delights your readers...especially yours truly! It is an honor to share her name!
Truly amazing! Thank you for sharing these gems!
~Laura~
It is uncanny that you share the same name, and it is your delightful commentary that
is inspiring.
Thanks again
Kurt
Do I dare to call it karma? 😊
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