Folks,

For the New Year I have been going through all my boxes and organizing all of my writing, which I have to tell you is a large task.

 After finding and sorting over 60 beginnings, outlines and/or notes for Short Stories, Plays & Novels, I also have located about 500 poems in long-hand that need chronological sorting.

So here's another poem from the past

thanx for reading

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

 

Life of Man

 

Where

Sky love Sea,

o'er vast horizon,

the wake rolls up to me.

It carries with it

shells and flotsam

and bits of curiousity.

 

Boiling,

frothing

water

(but cold to touch)

it is its

ebb and flow

(and powers such)

which spawned

the Life of Man.

 

And,

as the sun draws down

(and closer still)

the colors of the Zenith

fills me wiith an awe

that boils in me;

I just sit and wait.

 

'O Golden Orb

o'er Sea of Life,

that guide my days

of joys and strife;

illuminate an answer,

please. 

And in the colors

of the Sunset,

an answer is revealed.

 

Like Primrose

(the path you wish

to lead)

and Scarlet

the color,

thine heart will bleed);

this shows

the good and bad.

 

Like Azure

(as in piece of mind)

and Purple

(the love

you look to find);

this is the

Glad and Sad.

 

But,

aside from the

meaning of theses colors,

let this next thought

make its mark.

For,

on everything,

upon which

the light shall shine;

behind it,

the shadow is dark...

 

And as such;

is the Life of Man....

 

Copyright 1990

CanUrel8 Press

Stuart Phillip Kaufman