Frederick Kesner

Bronze Star - 2,005 Points (28 August / St. Thomas University Hospital)

Restless - Poem by Frederick Kesner

Is remorse a prison to the soul
the sole utterance of reproach
that if not to myself be True
the possible best in life accrue
what if regret creeps on the morning
a thief stalking the shadow of dawn
(re) fresh from bare motive drawing
crystal arteries of a day that is new
or shall we allow the mind meander
let it's 'work' find itself crowning
there in its core uncover simplicity
strip away a mournful state of heart


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  • (5/7/2006 1:44:00 AM)

    I love your work, Frederick. This one holds my current state fixed. Soo good. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 13, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 12, 2010

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