April Poetry Month (Day 29): Frederick Kreutz #npm16 #wppoets

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Frederick Kreutz has been a teacher/educator for five decades. He has been a versifier and writer for even longer. He is active in the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets and also enjoys photography as an avocation.

 

 

 

 

 


 

Untitled # 1

Mad rushes,
panicked flights and
anxious journeys.

A blur of multi-windowed, close windowed, locked windowed vertical glass
ladders file
people from 9 to 5
……………………or 9 to 9
………………………..or 9 to eternity.

Thundering chasm valleys fill with wheels, two wheels, four wheels, ten wheels,
eighteen wheels, trumpeting in slapping rotation against a false cement floor.
Squalor marries centuried gothic beauty
Squawkish bumps baby-cry to the silent peace
Scurrilous mange meets crystallized sanitized shining gleam.
Repellent fumes loll around the potted-lone-treed corner
ordor-thugs wade from the alleys
mama’s homemade sauce and ledge-fresh apple pie are mugged by last week’s
unlidded leftovers and the unhomed, unbathed, uninvited.

Solace is relic
……….paleolithic
…………………vaulted in memories of long ago.
Comfort called in permanently ill
……….disabled                    
…………………never to return.
Peace left disenchantedly
……….looking for an unplaneted meadowed hillside

and

Hope slunk out of town
……….penniless and unshaven.

 

Secrets

When we turn on the lights,
we turn on the shadows too.

The stronger the light–
the darker the shadows.

Light exposes our public faces;
Dark protects our private secrets.

When light is held captive in open spaces,
we withdraw into the shelter of the obscured.

In……the darkened room,
………the empty chair,
………the interrupted conversation,
………the downcast eye,
………the false smile,

………………we are safe.

But there we have only ourselves to confront,
shrouded
in the light interrupted.

 

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I still think that moment is behind us

………That dream road

………That picture of eternity

Where some of us stopped for the light

………Under the diamond sky

But some moved on or over

………To let us pass

………To sing our sweet sad songs

………of

………………nevermore

………………………..and yet to be

 

[April Poetry Month 2016 Table of Contents]

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