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.
She is the electricity as much as she is the laughter
She gives, then takes back on a darker night.
She says little, but her eyes are volumes
She keeps guarded—never to hear them again.
She is a hymn sang softly on a summer Sunday morn
She walks carefully on each note as if she’s running.
She was the careful smile, the labored mile
She knows without asking—and sighs at the dawn.
She gave her eternities back to the tramps afoot
She rose violently across a mountain high.
She only sits, waits, and grieves for lover lone
She is the hateful shades of torrid betrayal.
She is the strength, the quietness of a misty eve
She is the clouds, the rose petals holding fast.
She is the jagged rock that death snatches her
She only smiles, putting *him to shameful sights.
She is the infant’s cry, the hobo’s empty stomach
She is the truth, a mild lie, a wandering kiss.
She is the fearful respected by stranger’s words
She is the silent tomb, the breath, the darkness.
Writer's summary – the one asterisk besides
him signifies death.
© 2019 Kenneth Avery
Lora Hollings on May 18, 2019:
This is a very powerful poem, Ken. Many thoughts come to mind when I read it with its deep shades of meaning. Life, love, admiration, death and something that is transcendent. A richly nuanced poem that reflects the complexity of life. Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.
Ann Carr from SW England on May 17, 2019:
Two sides to everything, good and bad, light and dark; this leaves me thinking about all sorts of things. Powerful.
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on April 03, 2019:
This was lovely and deeply moving. Hope all is well in your world.
Linda Rogers from Minnesota on April 02, 2019:
This is beautiful & extremely moving. Hope all is well my friend.
Liz Westwood from UK on April 02, 2019:
There's depth and thoughtfulness in this poem.