Let This Be My Last Look
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
Questions & Answers
© 2016 Kenneth Avery
Comments
AUTHORHi, MizBejabbers,
First off, thanks so much for your kind comments. They are very appreciated.
You said you had two interpretations, so here is a secret: The one that picks at your thoughts the most is what this is all about.
And you do have a talent for poetry. It is all about just listening to the heart and the unending memories talking to you.
Sincerely.
Love, Kenneth
- AUTHOR
Dear Kiss and Tales,
Thank you so sincerely for your sweet comments. I would love to see a few samples of your poetry and do not "put a bushel over your light," My Dear Friend. Mine is not anything special. I just listen to my heart and tune out my fleshly mind. Does this make sense?
I owe you so much and cannot afford to make the first payment.
Write me anytime.
Love, Kenneth
What's this all about, my friend? I have two interpretations running through my mind. Are you being morbid or is it a gal looking back on a lost love, or both? I can't tell. Very nostalgic. I wish I had your talent for poetry.
Very intersting poetry Kenneth.very deep messages for thought.
I have written poetry as well not as good as yours. Always your good work I enjoy.
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