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Bruce Hiit
poetry
BY
Bruce James KAUFMAN
FROM THE LOW LAND MIST
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I stood at the edge of a steep walled cliff
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gazing upon a low land mist
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The sun was casting a lonely me...
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That pierced my heart, as I clutched my fist
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Melancholic visions blurred
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As I stole another breath...
"I want to be heard! I cried
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From the edge of a steep walled cliff
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"I want to be heard" echoed back
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...from the low land mist
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~ BJK 08/10/2016
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A WAYWARD DOVE
Tucked away on a highland plain
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I threw my bending celestial frame
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Into the clouds she twirled above
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Spinning afar a wayward dove
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My words like salve that break a chain
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Do humbly spin to rid your pain
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I caught the blade with my hand and glove
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Returned to me attached I read:
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A WORD FROM HEAVEN
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...IT IS YOU, I LOVE
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~ BJK 08/08/2016
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THE WISE RIVER
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I came upon a river one day
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So I traversed its rocky shore
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Observing its meandering way
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I stopped to ponder more
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The rushing water whispered "stay"
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The gist of life learned upon it's shore
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"It's true" I uttered my spirit poor
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I must believe in what it may
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The love poured through the river door
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I learned the wisdom of an ancient way
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Near the edge of that healing bay
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The water comforts your sorrow pain
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Go with me now to that rocky shore
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Where the rushing waters whisper "stay"
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~ BJK 08/08/2016
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