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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

White soul black heart

White soul black heart

© 2016 Kenneth Avery


Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on May 06, 2016:

Hi, 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.


Love, Kenneth

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on May 06, 2016:

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

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on May 06, 2016:

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.

Kiss andTales on May 06, 2016:

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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