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