Kelly Kurt

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

Me - Poem by Kelly Kurt

Far, far away, in a field nearby
A happy lad wipes a tear from his eye
Remaining quite still, he walks over here
Tho he never arrives, he’s been here for years
With nothing to say, he talks all day long
As frail as a mouse, the lad is quite strong
No sense does he make, his words are so clear
Calm as can be, he trembles with fear
He speaks very loud, without making a sound
Never to be seen, he’s always around
The lad is so young, for a man of his age
Free to roam, he is kept in a cage
I know the lad not, the boy – he is me
Blind from birth, I continue to see

Topic(s) of this poem: hope, human condition, life, love, me, memory, nature, self

Comments about Me by Kelly Kurt

  • Melvina Germain (10/24/2015 9:23:00 PM)

    Loved it Kelly, enjoyed every word, beautifully expressed..... (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (10/25/2015 2:45:00 AM)

    I wrote this at least 40 years ago and have since wanted to edit it but left it as a portrait of teenage me.: -)

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  • Aqua Flower (5/16/2015 7:21:00 PM)

    Yes I believe life is a balance and this poem perfectly portrays that! It has a great flow! loved reading this! (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (5/16/2015 10:20:00 PM)

    Thanks, Princess

  • (4/1/2015 1:53:00 AM)

    I enjoyed the opposites. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (4/1/2015 1:07:00 PM)

    We all have them, Sally. It leads to a balance. Thank you for your kind comment.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, April 20, 2015

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