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.
She's angelic without being an angel
I fainted several moments at her touch.
She's never defeated, nor very gainful.
I love her messed hair, so magic to touch.
When we travel by cloud and dragons tame
We talk in one-syllable words . . .
I rode miles with this model never knowing her name.
But she openly honest with her bluebirds.
What a musical journey she takes me at night
I have cried at times she laughed at my fear
We sang her songs of Eden, full of lover's might.
Her singing is perfect in my clinging ears.
Sundown, sundown and vultures, the gate keepers bow
She touches my hand, then my heart so softly.
Sunrise, sunrise the gates closed forever and now.
Just her, just dark room, love so lofty..
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Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on August 05, 2021:
Just wonderful with lovely thoughts of would be angels. Enjoyed, I hope all is right in your world and wish you a great weekend, That is a beautiful painting,