Kurt Hearth

A smile
is a frown turned upside down.
A smile
is painted on the face of a clown.
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My endeavor is
to walk
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Through the hourglass
watching
grains of sand falling.
I see time slipping by.
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Within the conquest I pursue,
along the thoroughfare of Life.
At times, have arisen occasion,
against obstacles, I stubbed my toe.
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From parent and child
to friend to child to parent.
I've grown and reflecting back.
The circle is clear to me.
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Like so many diamonds
sparkling in the night.
A new fallen snow glistens.
In the winter moon's cold light.
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The seas I transit, under sail.
Highways and byways I journey.
Calm or direct, may not always be.
Every step, every mile I am tested.
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From a still sea
the sun rises.
Farmers return
with their harvest.
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When I was young
the shadow he cast was long.
When I was afraid.
In his shadow I could be brave.
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I walked the field of battle,
eerie silence accompanied me.
The bitter odor of confrontation,
lingered mutely in the air.
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Tempest's Fury

'Long the horizon, I watched it form.
Harbinger, of deeds foul.
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'Cross empty ocean of feelings aimlessly, I drift.
Canvases of my mind, sails hang slack.
Floundering, in the yen to catch
any gust, of creation's tempest.
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Slipping through the open sash.
Cool wet freshness
draws me from the depth
of my slumber's darkness.
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He said 'Walk with Me.' we walked.
Looking back to where we had been.
Desolation now a garden.
Storm and tempest calmed.
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Take a peaceful summer day
from atop a green clad hill.
Caressed by a kiss of breeze
Birds serenade yet all is still.
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The ivory glow of the house lights dim
then come alive again.
A signal to the audience
their journey is about to begin.
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Day, night, distinction obscured.
By flashes of Nature’s wrath, illuminated.
Naught but nimbus rack, agitated blackness.
All, including immortal Gods, seek shelter.
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Remember when?
Remember when we were young.
When every season held promise.
And each promise full of life.
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What is to become
of all good and fair men?
Will they be discarded
along the wayside?
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When I walk.
Which path do I follow?
Who will tell me?
The high road or low.
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