Kurt Hearth Poems

Looking out across
green valleys kissed.
By the God's
ambrosia mist.
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Poking out through melting snow
from thawing frozen earth.
Timidly a new life peeks
in the newness of spring.
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The call of the sea
haunts me wherever.
Beckoning coaxing
haunting ever haunting.
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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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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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