Kurt Hearth Poems

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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As I pass by mourn not
but render me a smile.
Feel pride in your heart
stand a little taller.
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Watch it climb curling.
Seeking its way
from crackling flame.
Up through forest tree.
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Like a jagged boney finger,
a rampart creating tranquility.
Extending from land’s end,
isolating calm from tossing sea.
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Passing through night’s dark skies,
two stars crossed paths.
Each blazing flare,
gave hint to destined goal.
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At what designated point?
Does society, consider an individual old?
Is there a chronological time,
when one’s productivity, ceases?
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The boulevard of life we travel,
is fraught with intersections, countless.
Many we pass by, hesitating not.
Some call out, beckon for attention.
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