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.
Just another day of sunshine warm and shades of farm
We walk in tandem against darkness, evil, and cold.
“She” sleeps silently while I cover her from harm.
“She” is always young, and I always die old.
There is a gentleness in her silent verbiage—showing each crease of love
Yet, I take no time to look, I work, I see from yea, horizons here.
I never give away “her” purity for cloudless nights not even for raindrops above.
“She” grows so sweet as heartbeats grow slow, and laugh as I shed last tears.’’
In the end I found out the greatest secret kept from my rambling gaze
“I” am good for something. “I” matter, and now, “I” know it is too late.
“She” slips from my grip, I fall helpless to rough sod and end of days.
What a sweet, sweet lady she was and crawl through the gate.
© 2020 Kenneth Avery
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on January 25, 2020:
Excellent writing. I love your style.
Men seem too often to take the woman they love for granted until it is too late.
Hard to figure out, but it happens.
Great write and read.
Marie Flint from Jacksonville, FL USA on January 25, 2020:
My banana peels go to the roses, not the gutter!