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Lonely Soul and the Mississippi

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

The lonesome Mississippi River just rolls along.

The lonesome Mississippi River just rolls along.

Each day when dusky shadows seem to move

I stare at the ground, and listen to a lonesome bat.

Nothing else to do. Not much left to prove.

Singing a solo in a painful lung and I really hate that.

The few dusky shadows are fearful as I move away

They think me as a beast, an ogre, and a mad dog.

Oh, for a few sunlit days tied end-to-end--night to day.

But I just hum a silent song to a lonesome frog.

No quartet ever drifts my way anymore

Fame and riches are bound to them well and good.

I just dance a soft shoe, jailhouse number out my front door.

How really alone must I be? I'm flesh, not wood!

Ahhh, the sneaking, sly smile of the sunrise beams

Catches a rattlesnake's prey--the rays ne'er bother

It seems as if death walks with me, and darkness in seams.

I would leave if a woman would love me . . .

I'd love her and not another.

But alas, there sits those carefully-placed rosebush petals

Sitting there an old warrior with his wounded medals.

I just watch without stirring and molding factory metals.

And sleep soundly on front porch while the rattler dines . ..

And the dusky shadows melt into their vintage wine.

Writer's summary -- a lonesome guy sits on the front porch of his

rural abode and with no one to talk to or make a life for anyone,

he just sits. Amazing what his painful eyes can really see.


Lower Mississippi River near New Orleans.

Lower Mississippi River near New Orleans.

© 2018 Kenneth Avery


Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on August 06, 2018:

Dear Gypsy -- how I miss "The Old Man," the Mighty Mississippi. Been on it and near it, but haven't boated up or down it. Just across. What a majestic body of water.

Thank you for all of your fantastic comments.


Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on August 06, 2018:

Lovely and poignant thoughts like drifting on a lazy and lonely river.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on August 05, 2018:

Elijah -- I appreciate you a lot. And you are very astute.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on August 05, 2018:

Dear Liz -- you are absolutely right. I am glad that you caught it.

Keep in touch and stay the same cool writer than you are.

Liz Westwood from UK on August 03, 2018:

There's a tinge of sadness flowing through this poem.

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on August 02, 2018:

Well done, my friend, although I did need that summary to realize the title. Mississippi means "Great Water" and water means knowledge therefore the "lonely soul" rolls through thoughts and includes something seen in the presence. Again, well done.

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