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Albert's Trumpet

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

Starry, Starry Night . . .

Starry, Starry Night . . .

See yonder there, he’ez so old that he haz no hair

Hiz name’z Albert Slider an’ loves to drink cider

It’s turned ya’ know . . .hard as the convict’s care.

Ol’ Albert, ne’er took time tuh eat any food

Just pinin’ away, drunk on cider, singing without care.


See yonder there, there stanz a young man

Rusty trumpet in hand . . .

Growlin’ like a hang-over belly, no money, land.

Crawlin’ on all fours, dog-like steps poor Ol’ Dan.


See yonder there, lyin’ face down in clover fresh

Young lover Milly now lived past twenty-two.

Tryin’ hard to mend love, her broken life to mesh.

But then come the stranger cloak black thick . . .

She’s rolled over her last . . .

She’s drawn her last breath . . .oh, Milly so true.


Writer's summary – this piece interacts with three strangers who

do not know the other, but somehow they fit into life’s

tapestry so blurred to see away’s off, but upon close sight,

it makes fine sense.

This is my interpretation. What is yours?

Thanks, Kenneth

The trumpet knows no race or national origin.

The trumpet knows no race or national origin.

© 2018 Kenneth Avery

Comments

Ken Avery on December 20, 2018:

Elijah -- you are so right in your analogy about there being several paths where different people walk each day.

I appreciate your input.

Peace to you and Merry CHRISTmas and a Happy New Year.

Ken Avery on December 20, 2018:

John -- I cannot (aptly) thank you not only for this comment, but those you have shared since we became friends.

God bless you richly, John and have a Merry CHRISTmas and Safe, Happy New Year.

Peace.

Ken Avery on December 20, 2018:

Liz -- my sincere thanks to you for your comment. Thanks for writing and stopping by. Merry CHRISTmas and Happy New Year to you and yours.

Peace.

Ken Avery on December 20, 2018:

Gypsy Rose Lee -- thank you so much for your sweet comments and I agree with your comment. It is my prayer that you and yours experience The Best CHRISTmas and New Year EVER!

I hope to see you again in 2019.

Peace.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 08, 2018:

Most creative. There are times when somehow the lives of strangers mesh with each other or cross paths in different ways. Life is interesting that way.

Liz Westwood from UK on November 03, 2018:

Life's tapestry is a very apt description.

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on November 03, 2018:

There are three different victims of life's destiny following one of the many paths every human must walk at some point in their lives in order to become educated by experience before becoming the man they are destined to become. They are a drunkard who cares only for another drink, a musician who found not the means of earning a living by his life's choice of work and a heartbroken lover who chose to end her life because of the failed love affair. They are the two genders and each will have to experience the fate of the other two as both genders themselves. The law of "karma" being presented in three of what would be called life's most destitute states.

Very well present, Kenneth, without any of the judgments usually associated with people in those positions destiny placed them in and we all would see it if we weren't "Dan the judge."

Peace,

Elijah NatureBoy

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on November 03, 2018:

An intelligently-written and interesting poem, Kenneth. Good job.

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