Peace in Her Storm

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

Endless dreamed schemes and useless paper scenes

Will adorn these dark, lonesome, ivy hall.

Talking alone from perched a liar of moonbeams

Laughing with himself--having a solo's ball.

Flying with wishful wings

Of spider's few and wizard's rings.

She begged during hysterical screams

Laughing at him in her dark prisoned dreams.

Every thing in a line crying to walls of darkness mine

Wind ne'er howls and criminal knows she's thine.

Her teams of harmonies lifted winged angels sigh

Whispering to fairness shy--why live? Why die?

Door ajar and crickets not far

Taking a crumb creepily sneaks away.

An endless moaning, flimsy railing

Telling of birth and shudders failing.

She grasps a rusty nail latch

Spies a spider's egg to muffle hatch.

A poison she never had to match

Storm cellar, sod of land, roof of thatch.

Golden hierarchy of angels sing in perfect tone

Ringing 'round those perfect bones.

Smiling secretly--chasing vague promises

Embraces lost lover she faces.

Lace, space, and eyelash renewed

Silken guilt a vow reheld.

Her hands ne'er trembled in the dew

Now she's born once . . .

Lived in truth . . .

Giving herself to Eternity.

The Inside Text . . .

"A troubled soul, a properly-raised young princess,

but never knew her true place in life. That was until . . .a beggar man with lifted pride sat down, took her eyes for his, and shared the words above. The words of comfort that only he knew."

© 2018 Kenneth Avery

Comments

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on February 25, 2018:

Feb. 26--1:22 a.m., CST

Dear Dianna -- thank you so much. I was thinking about you only last week--and I know people in the arena of life say that at a hat's drop, but I sincerely mean it.

Thank you for dropping by, teaches12345. It is always My Pleasure to read your comments.

Write me anytime.

Dianna Mendez on February 24, 2018:

Flying with wishful wings... very much what I think most of us do. Great poetry.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on February 16, 2018:

Hi, Gypsy Rose Lee -- I am indebted to you for all of your supportive comments. Sure wish that I were blessed tonight with Plenty of Cash and that way, I could take you and all of my followers for a two-month cruise, to just show you all just How Much I Appreciate You.

Write soon.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on February 16, 2018:

Hello, John -- I appreciate you coming by and leaving me such a good comment. May God bless you richly. And write me anytime.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on February 16, 2018:

Hi, Robin -- thank you very kindly for your sweet comments that always mean so much. I agree. A troubled soul can be taken as a charge of undiscovered creativity that gives the soul another way of going.

Enough work for today.

Write me anytime, Robin.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on February 16, 2018:

Wonderful and poignant thoughts.

John Ward from Richmond, British Columbia, Canada. on February 16, 2018:

Very poignant. Good.

Robin Carretti from Hightstown on February 15, 2018:

Very true how the troubled soul can sometimes bring Peace and love in a very different aspect in life I love the lace space eyelash renewed and a silken guilt a Vow re-held just great thinking