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Strolling Through Silence

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.

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Almost loving, running in death’s shadow singing

Past a silken silhouette close, past and dancing

From the dust faithful, giving, taking what she’ bringing.

Oh, how the stars in midnight’s swears a sweaty brow’s thinking.


I can only gaze through, see how, and learn the tools of fools

Boots in lightning in thunderstorm wasting away.

I can only signal a string of words dropping in ancient bloods.

Where is her night and where went our day?


Wildcats and ravens plan the foundations stand

And I can only dream of yelling to her so loud.

I was once her breath, now I feel her death.

I am not silent, sorry, or proud.


Raindrops sing symphonies gazing in hypnotic stare

I can only act of dancing while savoring a last touch

Dining with serpents, vows are made not here, not there.

But oh the beaten soul I am, she was my lover’s crutch.


Smoke of gray lines of music of reams of prim flowers

While I can only crawl—hoping to see her fall.

I, the mortal liar, my love and hate devours.

Strolling through silence, touching eyelashes all.

© 2019 Kenneth Avery

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