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.
Are you mortal, my phantom love?
How you sweep silently in gardens high
Your song is liken to a young dove.
You could be mortal be—too lovely to cry.
Why did you break my heart in that dark moon?
Not worrying, not running, just walking of grace.
Sadly your crown has risen, your death cowering soon.
Sweet, proud princess you broke without a trace.
Turn once with sundown’s wink
Touch twice with your silken touch.
My passion for you a lonely link.
Laugh silently, kiss me burning a crutch.
Perfection rises through your eyes now sings
Raindrops fall in fear—no threat for lies.
Gorgeous young woman, a part of all things.
Now I sigh, and sigh again, as an ember dies.
Dark raven, evening lark, fly from your room
Send her laughter, silken daughter so true.
I crave one touch from my thorny doom.
I kneel, I crawl, cloud covers her skies of blue.
Writer's summary – is this about the princess and
her silent love for an obscure man, or maybe his
love for this powerful princess?
© 2019 Kenneth Avery