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My Old Red Skin

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 alone. All alone. A sight for joy to see
A traveler sees. A minstrel sings
The old red skin on the back of me.
A diner cooks and lunch bell dings.

I'm alone. I feel crippled. Not able to yell
I crawl slowly up this craggily rock
I think of food. I think of a lie to tell.
This old red skin and tongue I mock.

I'm alone. My friends are gone. None I see
Just me, this cold rock and little stream
No more family, blast it! Only me.
Just old red skin and a miserable dream.

© 2018 Kenneth Avery


Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on August 18, 2018:

Gypsy Rose Lee -- LOL! Point well-made. LOL.

Loved it!

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on August 18, 2018:

Hi, Liz -- thank you, kindly for such warmth in a comment. God bless you richly, my friend.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on August 18, 2018:

Thanks so much, Elijah --for your very warm comment. Actually, no. But I did give proper credit to where I got my photo. It fit.

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington, DC USA on August 13, 2018:

By going straight to the poem without looking at the photo I read it twice working to determine what you were talking about, then I at the photo and saw it was a snake you were describing so magnificently. Are you the source of the photo that inspired the poem?

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on August 11, 2018:

SSSSSimply awesome poetry as a ssssnake would say

Liz Westwood from UK on August 10, 2018:

This paints a vivid picture.

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