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The Last Smile That I See

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

Is this a work of fiction, this spirit?

Is this a work of fiction, this spirit?

Time take your dimming tone and trim the ebbing life
Away from a life without any form or shape,
But be wary of the whispers, my friend, because they hurt
The innocent less than the vile.
A sunrise given from a proverb of old tells the tale of
The elder's vanishing sight. My friend, take some free advice,
He sees further and better than you or I.
I stand even here on knees of shaking vows, and look down
At the dried tears on my sleeves now taken for a price.
My friend, you have it all and you've always had it all, but now
I must caution the wise part of your hallowed crest,
And make you try to somehow listen with noisy ears that music
And jovial children could never sing loud enough for you.
My friend, the clouds belong to your fingertips as you well know,
But me? I am not about to cling again to a rotting corpse, a ruined,
Poisoned crust with a cheese some elder woman saved for me.
My friend, take careful aim with where your wisdom leads
And see the stumbling rocks and caverns left to stay.
You will rest any day now--once my shadow has left,
Once that my words are mere noisy shaking in a child's toy.
My friend, take in that valued breath, that silent death,
And the last smile I see is yours.

Time and lips both stand idly by.

Time and lips both stand idly by.

© 2018 Kenneth Avery


Ken Avery on December 20, 2018:

Attention Ann; John; Liz; Gypsy and Karen: I am so sorry for not giving you a single comment box, because it is 12:40 am., CST, and this old man is spent to the bones. Tired is not the word.

I Appreciate YOU All as well as loving and treasuring you all.

I pray that you all have a Merry CHRISTmas and the Best New Year.

Later . . .

Ken Avery on December 20, 2018:

Gypsy -- I am so, so sorry that this or me, is what is haunting you. This piece is not meant for darkness, but the small glimmer of a light at the end of a railroad tunnel or sorts.

Please forgive me, dear friend.

Merry CHRISTmas and Happy New Year.

Ann Carr from SW England on September 06, 2018:

You do these pieces so well, Kenneth. They have a poignancy and a passion. You are indeed a poet.


John Hansen from Queensland Australia on August 30, 2018:

Kenneth, your writing is so diverse. Comparing poetry such as this to your wonderfully funny comedic offerings is like chalk and cheese. You do an amazing job of both but, honestly, this poem is moving and an incredible piece of writing.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on August 30, 2018:

Most expressive and passionate. You remind me of what is haunting me. You see last year when my troubles began and I lost my husband it was that last time we left him at the hospital. I said something to him but not all I should have I thought there would be time for that but as if knowing how things would turn out he did not look at me nor did he smile nor did he say anything. Even though I would probably have to be scrapped up off the hospital floor I still wish I could have been there to give him my last smile, I love you and to say goodbye. Otherwise it is like here today gone tomorrow.

Liz Westwood from UK on August 30, 2018:

Each time I read this, I pick up more from it.

Karen A Szklany from New England on August 30, 2018:

Moving poem through to the end, Kenneth!

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