Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.
So, so easy standing in granite, seeking her love
Breathing a measured breath on earth to Jehovah above.
So so gorgeous listens to angels strings of celestial notes
She's sailed her worlds and given away those beaten boats.
So so scared and a living terror in me, I scream to ears and ears
Just one moment to tell this angel so red in romanced fears.
How long the suffering was and now we meet to one end
Seeing one beautiful eyelash striking toward me my next breath depend.
So so lonely the road I walked, ran, and sat in the rain
Praying that her window open and embrace an elderly pain.
So so foolish my fantasy trek doth end
Starvation, salvation her heart I beg to tend.
So so long and wearisome she hovers o'er tears on rocks
Laughing so innocently charming alarming her mentor's dark clock.
But ease and peace never went more than a mile with me
Chasing, encasing one treasure her glancing spree.
So so long and dutiful she never entered my room
Guests astir in linens and fur headed for folly doom.
Still she hesitates at gates rusty and loud
Big cliffs of sisterhood clan so ready as rains of clouds.
So so icy her fiery glare once mistook a smile from me
A touch, a spark ne'er fired--a minstrel played so hard to see.
But she heard a rouge note spelt from harp kept hid
I knew, she knew, that note now vanished to bid.
So so one pose, a wilted rose she scans
I bow my land to just see her red wings stand.
I cannot speak for fearing the quiver of her lips taste
I dare not gawk, I barely walk, red angel no glimmer or haste.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery