Let This Be My Last Look
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.
I'm eating a beggar's meal and happy right now
The nectar of my mother's love is close by my table
I have an urge to look one last time
To see if "he" is making his way from his to mine
Reaper 'tis said, has no heart, no soul, or head
Escaping the sickle a task not met
A wandering soul is his to get
But the clouds so white, quiet and waving
A song to me as I walk in my own shadow
Reminds me of my birth and span as a girl
Learning things that life will teach
Ne'er complaint nor sour my wine
Fetching *his shoes that in his cloak will twine
Oh, my darling, my love of yonder hill of blue
My dream of looking
My dream of leaving
Will by moments, come true
I finally look and see you standing
A hungered for my warmth and face
Winds cease blowing as I am going
. . . past the moment of looking one last time
© 2016 Kenneth Avery