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Just One Crumb . . . . . . . . .poem

Kenneth has a taste for abstract/prose poetry as well as the comical side of life. 23-years of writing for a newspaper has served him well.

Writer's note: this is lovingly dedicated to a man whom I knew a few years ago and this man was so in love with a woman that when he spoke her name, tears rolled from his eyes. The thing that impressed me about him was, the lady who owned his heart was married to another. But yet, she and this guy were "friends." Sadly, this was not enough for this man who inspired this work. I wonder many times if he ever confessed his love to this married woman. And what she might have done or said if he did. Thanks, "Clayton" (not his real name), for the idea. Kenneth

 The Picture Hat by John Stevens

The Picture Hat by John Stevens

Just dinner, a dance, a stolen glimpse into jeweled eyes
Piercing my failing heart, laboring my breath to where my death lies.
Your cloudy lashes and silken sashes are craved water bead
Your silent wings set softly on my smiles sunrise need.

No sleep for my lids, no crumb for my hunger I just sit
I, the beggar beg, just for a time in candle lit
To be, to see with eyes clearly set on thee
Hair of thieves' pure gold, skin of silk brush at me.

Your lips quietly whisper names and moonlit games
That I ne'er realized and ne'er seized what I aimed.
Am I the fool at your table with servants of many?
Gawking at this pauper's prize once so envied.

My dreams tangle like summer wild vines in May
Hiding your magical touch chasing a red tear away.
Alas, one meal with fairer lady pure
A giggle so light and winks gazing demure.

Swinging the ticks, tocks sadly away

Swinging the ticks, tocks sadly away

Whisked to dance my broken stance she spins on toes-a' blur
I tremble, oh God, I tremble at her crying touch and touch the myrrh.
She stops for a moment to see a man broken like me
She ne'er bends, bows, or shows pity in and out of her sea.

I just begged for a crumb of time, a lyrical rhyme
And to sit by fire on her memories all blind.
She smiles a smile of vultures black
And winks an eye of stardust sack.

Nibbling the plant from deathly grounds I own
I gave to her my only wish of dark seed that I sown.
Deafness of ears I whisper to serpent in coil
Tables barking give up you've lost her toil.

A queen of queens a distance so far
Belonging to moon lies and dressing the stars.
A brook lied for her tales of love
I tried to leave her infant burden borne above.

Meal, crumb, a glass of ancient wine
Now ends as hand maidens bow to raped vineyard of mine.
I glare of love from death's own eyes
She just smiles, dances, and rises where a heart beat so lies.

I crawl a bit, can't stamp, curse or spit
She lends a softened hand to my broken bit.
She tries so bravely to hide a laugh of lilt
Now I own another memory made of sandy silt.

Door now closes with her name behind
No books, no poems, no truths to unwind.
Waving a last wave as I crawl in hole so deep
She kisses my soul and oh, how I wish I could weep.

© 2017 Kenneth Avery


Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on January 24, 2017:

This is such lovely and romantic poetry. It is always the heart that aches the most when love is one sided.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on January 23, 2017:






I am replying to all of your very nice and much-appreciated comments in this fashion for LetterPile site has this thing

about when I post a comment this means refreshing more

than once. I am sorry.

But like I said, "thank you for all of your sweet comments. I mean it. Like I was telling RoadMonkey and Audrey. Without my Cherished Followers, I would be fighting off waves of

depression. I am not joking."

All of you write me anytime.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on January 23, 2017:


Many sincere thanks to you for your sweet comments.

I know that this is said a lot on HP, but this ol' hubber

means it.

I get inspired from these thoughts.

Write me anytime.

Sakina Nasir from Kuwait on January 19, 2017:

This poem so explicitly explains the emotions and profound love of the man for the lady. I was just so moved and lost in your verse. Beautiful job done buddy! I love it! :)

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on January 19, 2017:

Beautiful imagery, Kenneth. I feel sorry for the man.

Kristen Howe from Northeast Ohio on January 19, 2017:

Kenneth, it's been way too long since I commented on your many hubs. As for this poetry, this was deeply profound and wonderfully written. Nice lens.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on January 19, 2017:

It was interesting to read about your inspiration for this poem, Kenneth. I enjoyed the verse too.

RoadMonkey on January 19, 2017:

Some lovely phrases in there, "my dreams tangle like summer wild vines in May" and some really beautiful pictures to illustrate.

Audrey Hunt from Pahrump NV on January 18, 2017:

I love the last two lines of your poem. He feels deeply and is so in love. I wonder what it would be like to be loved to such a degree. ( Sigh.) Magnificent Kenneth!

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