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Angel Unmasked

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

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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

Comments

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on August 18, 2018:

Hi, Gypsy Rose Lee --- I appreciate YOU. I could say more and when I feel better (physically), I shall do so, but for me, PLEASE take my comment of appreciation.

Stay in touch and in prayer for me.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on August 18, 2018:

Thanks, Elijah -- for your time and comment. Your IQ is very enviable by yours truly. Peace.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on August 18, 2018:

Dear Liz -- Many Sincere Thanks to you, dear friend, for your warm comment. I am encouraged by your sincerity. And you keep on doing your fantastic writing as well.

Please stay in touch with me.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on August 11, 2018:

Most wonderful and creative poetry. Loved this. Perhaps some dried rose petals from happier days.

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on August 09, 2018:

Yes, Kenneth, what we see and admire is but an instant in the eternity of time. It came, I saw, it went but only until we return to that particular instant in existence once again.

I enjoyed it.

Liz Westwood from UK on August 08, 2018:

This puts me in mind of Shakespeare's sonnets.

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