Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.
Just a mirror. A lifeless, longing, intrinsic piece of man's creating
Just a mirror. Muted, couldn't speak even with the pain I've seen.
Just a mirror. I can feel each secret you've hidden from your soul
Just a mirror. Beautiful frame, just a name. Out to work again.
Ahhh, there you are again. You looked a big ragged, rough day?
Ohhh, I see. Changes coming your way and you don't have a way
To see the river's run.
Ahhh, the breezes blow through summer's singing sun
A tune begun, 24 of them and I'm done.
Just a mirror.
Go on. We are alone. I have no arms to stop you.
Go now. I cannot speak. I wasn't given a tongue.
Catch the sunbeams through my glass, ahhh,
Your boyhood's past--silently you sing.
You are just a man.
Very simply put, we have two parties: a lone man and a mirror. Both speak, but you have to look oh so closely at what the mirror is saying.
© 2018 Kenneth Avery
Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on March 07, 2018:
Hi, Gypsy Rose Lee -- ahhh, you are so right. And I want you to keep writing your fine hubs. Daylight Savings Time Sunday Morning 2 A.M. Talk to you soon.
Write me anytime.
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on March 06, 2018:
Most creative. Our muses have been of the same mind lately I too was inpired by a mirror.
Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on February 27, 2018:
Dear, Dear Robin, thank you so much. I mean it. You have always touched my life more than you know. So in the week ahead, could you see your way clear to mail me a hot cup of coffee?
Peace be to you too.
Write me anytime, Robin.
Robin Carretti from Hightstown on February 27, 2018:
So very cleverly written all the meaning in front of the mirror well handed to deliver thanks, Peace be with you