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.
What days we loved as sweet as nectar thee
If only we had helped build the bees.
What glories are locked for man and me
Trying to see with these big trees.
What simple thoughts our sand castles made
While tides roared and lovers' wept on parade.
An older raven talked to orphan birds in rocks
The gentle man made time with ticks and tocks.
Cedar ships of marble piled high
I'd swear that she had bought my skies.
Her laugh, a girl-like hymn in needed tune
Her tears weeping o'er a honey vale moon.
And days our steps past roses die
I dare not breathe nor tell my tongue to lie.
I shimmer as shadows black and tall
Wonderments small; no sharpened calls.
Our pace is soon took slower by jellied stars
We once sat, and talked to see ocean's scars.
And octopus red where the valiant bled
To lay down a price no crown was led.
Fighting turns quickly when little girls can't cry
Dying turns quickly when eagles won't fly.
Mankind falls quickly when steps are torn
Mankind fades slowly as name's reborn.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery