Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.
Who am I, you ask with silence deafening?
I am wind, a gentle breeze, maybe a snowflake
I am such as angels defined,
Having all, giving none, all with naught at stake.
My whispers bother you, I can tell by your glare
My giggles just starts a breath and stops the air.
My lips can sparkle all of Hell's fire,
I rode on and away on Zeus' golden mare.
And you thought you'd found a silken angel
With wings folded and head bowed low.
There's not a mystic or star, or angle
I stop time--I make it blurr'd and slow.
I am youth. Young, full of life, you see?
Look! What you see is you and then back at me.
I feel your hand groping o'er my loving hand
Silent, heart breaking, breath in my eyes to see.
My gown of Heaven's thread--silver and clouds they shine
But I grow sad when you speak to me,
I am not yours and you are far from mine.
I laugh. I see. I chase your shadow and beg one last plea.
We dine on cheese-flake crust, crumbs of dungeon bread
Wine we sip and gaze o'er meadows bare
I feel your soul pass through mine and your words
Caress my head . . .
Now it's just dust . . .a handful of petals and dying birds.
© 2018 Kenneth Avery