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Confessions of a Fading Queen

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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With splinted heart, no sighs. No winks,

A woman alone cast down, tears on her brink.


Her eyes closed tightly, breath short. No sorts,

Dragons fly, serpents die, now comes dark hour.


We talk few whispers, no sounds. No glance,

Touching her quickly, never changing stance.


Walk sweetly, fair maiden.

Now it’s my pain . . .

Now it’s my shame . . .

Breathing, filling her eyes, and finding no blame.

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© 2020 Kenneth Avery

Comments

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on May 10, 2020:

Most creative. It is like hoping for a real prince when kissing a frog and getting a lot less than bargained for and it is difficult to take control and make the changes.

Ann Carr from SW England on May 06, 2020:

Nice poetry and style. I'm afraid I have no sympathy with this girl. She wanted a prince, she got him and now I believe she's controlling him. It's a shame as she should be used to the spotlight but I think she thought she could control the 'firm'!

I like your poetry though!

Ann

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