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Parting Death by Tides

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


. . . And so Steps The Door

Creeping, crawling on edge of your sword drawn

Bowing head, tongue in dread, words of sorrow fall

Crying, dying a heartbeat at the falling dark dawn.

Trembling woman’s, her lands, not one, but all.

She’s glaring through your eyes of fire

Ignoring a song, a tune sung in-love gone by.

You beg, the stolen keg touching the lyre.

Her brunette hair, despises the air, and lives the lie.

Fantasy known, then unknown, she slides

You cry aloud, only her cloud, now just gone.

Giggling, she hurts you, desserts you on ride.

Waves grow angry, ravens singing, oh, dead bone.

Her footsteps fade with tide’s cold death

Her face, her brunette hair, lying still.

Your tears fail, your tongue hails she courts muted breath.

Body so still, no life, no kill, crying until.

Lonely you walk, no more evil crawl

Serpents laugh, crickets sleep, midnight near.

His love was tall, she was his all.

No more will she with stars appear.

© 2019 Kenneth Avery


Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on October 08, 2019:

Nice comment, Angel. Thanks for your stopping by and reading this work because in all honesty, it was work and if you or only one person was blessed by this piece, I am happy.

Write anytime.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on October 08, 2019:

Elijah . . .I appreciate your comment and pray that you have a peaceful night or day.

Peace. Write me soon.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on October 08, 2019:

Hi Dear Lorna, love your comment. I am blessed with your thoughts. I can feel just how you feel. God bless you and write meanytime.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on October 08, 2019:

Hey, Gypsy Rose Lee . . . thank you so much for your warm comment. You will never know how much that I appreciate you.

Please continue your work and write me soon.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on August 29, 2019:

Just awesome. With thoughts of all kinds of memories some that remain and some that will never come again, A fantastic write,

Lora Hollings on August 28, 2019:

This is a poem, Kenneth, that really compels us to think about the ones we've lost, who have gone before us and leave such a void in our lives that we cannot fill. They haunt us, they make us want to go back and relive our times with them but we can't ever go back! Somehow we patch ourselves up and go through life, but we always feel this acute pain and loss. The only thing we have left are some faded memories that we still continue to try to hold on to. You did a wonderful job of creating this overwhelming sense of loss and desperation of the narrator in your poem. Very powerful writing with stark imagery that holds are attention and takes us on a journey of everlasting love! Thank you for sharing your riveting poem.

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on August 27, 2019:

More times than not, Kenneth, the attachment one have for someone discarnating cause us remorse when they leave us before we leave them. The beauty of your poem makes it seem not to be something to be sad about, and for some reason I have never hurt at the body changing of other man. In this life I remember only one death I strongly disapproved of and that was a bird I threw a rock at and killed it, so it was not the body changing that hurt me but the fact that I did it with my own hands.

Yet, your poem was touching.

Angel Guzman from Joliet, Illinois on August 27, 2019:

Very nice Ken

Lorna Lamon on August 27, 2019:

Such a sense of regret and longing in this evocative poem Kenneth.

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