Kelly Kurt

Gold Star - 194,042 Points (1/14/1958 / Cedar Rapids Iowa)

Choice - Poem by Kelly Kurt

Three days of dark, low clouds
Almost constant rain and strong winds
Involuntarily sequestered
I noticed the difference
Confinement is habitually my choosing
Free from distractions
Exempt from superficiality
I pulled on my navy blue hood
Cinched the drawstring, framing my face
And let the wind driven rain flog me

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about Choice by Kelly Kurt

  • (11/21/2015 1:23:00 AM)

    it will get worse but you have the right attitude to confront it.
    thanks Kelly
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    Kelly Kurt (11/21/2015 8:06:00 AM)

    Winter imprisons even more harshly

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  • Edmund Strolis (11/20/2015 7:41:00 PM)

    Defiance, I like and understand what you mean when you write that confinement is habitually my choosing and yet to have a relentless rain seem to dictate you rebel and meet a driving rain when others run for cover. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/20/2015 11:45:00 PM)

    Part defiance, part I just like being out in the rain.: -)

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/20/2015 2:39:00 PM)

    Wind is driven with fog. Very fantastic poem shared with interesting sharing. Nicely penned.10 (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/20/2015 11:44:00 PM)

    Thanks, Kumarmani. I had to get out for a minute

  • Anita Sharma (11/20/2015 10:02:00 AM)

    Free from distractions
    Exempt from superficiality
    I pulled on my navy blue hood....excellent write liked
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    Kelly Kurt (11/20/2015 11:42:00 PM)

    I like to infuse the thought I am writing about with a snapshot of the moment (Putting on my hoodie)
    Thanks, Anita

  • Souren Mondal (11/20/2015 7:58:00 AM)

    Sometimes not choosing anything is a choice too... Life is about choices and their subsequent ramification, isn't it? Even.The.Simplesr.Choices.... A very well crafted poem Kelly.. Thanks for sharing.. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/20/2015 9:34:00 AM)

    Exactly. Thank you, Souren

  • Akhtar Jawad (11/20/2015 1:41:00 AM)

    Confinement is habitually my choosing
    Sometimes rainy days of life prolong so much that one is constrained to confine in a lonely place where there is none else and the ego starts talking the super ego, and finally the rainy days are passed. One looks out and sees a sunny day is smiling.
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    Kelly Kurt (11/20/2015 9:36:00 AM)

    A very wise perception, Akhtar. Thank you.
    We are supposed to get up to a foot of snow overnight here.: -O

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015

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