Karl Stuart Kline
Karl Stuart Kline Poems
(2.2) Waking With Robert Frost (Written 9/11/2001 - 7am)
I woke up with Robert Frost this morning...
with sweep of wind and downy flake
I woke and I could see without warning
His Woods as his little horse gave his head a shake...
The road less taken has brought me here
To where I’ve stopped without a farmhouse near
Meditating on what has brought me to this queer
Circumstance and I pause in solitary fear,
Thinking back to words unsaid and deeds undone
Realising that I am fortunate that they are few...
I can see that my Self is greater than the sum
Of my parts, even though I still have much to do
(1.5) The Dreamer
The full moon beckons
To my heart
And clutches that most
With dark dreams of those
And a lovely lady that
Fades from sight
Fantasies that now fade
And make me yearn again
for the night...