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. . .In Her Slumbered Sleep

Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.

A slumbered sleep. ..

A slumbered sleep. ..

Her stolen wink from slumbered sleep

I smiled too quickly to see;

I noticed her butterfly sighs I’d keep.

Just ask me, see me, live with me.

Together, we shall dance on the sun

And count her kisses one by one.

Then falls the darkness curtain.

I have no strength to see her run.

Her fingertips slice through a cautious hum

A rose, a wink, a careless crime.

Touching me in lifetime’s banquet crumb.

We awake in drizzle of rain—we feel the pain.

Writer's summary – when facing and losing a

certain and elusive love can hurt the most

in breath I draw.


© 2019 Kenneth Avery


Ken Avery on March 17, 2019:

Hey, Gypsy Rose --- a Sincere Thank YOU for this (and all) of Your Wonderful Comments. If there is any way or anything that I can ever do to support you on HubPages . . .please let me know.

Your Friend Forever,


Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on March 10, 2019:

A most wonderful and expressive poem.

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