The Song of Silent Hills
Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.
Tears can speak louder sometimes.
Grief can be such a release from life.
On a dark, twisted hill, it is snowing
Leaping, singing, trolls now open
Watching their final wish, going.
I hide in the clouds my head broken.
Into a maze of sweet aroma still
Grinding on knees, holding breath quiet.
Sundown comes hard, lies to kill
Shivering to death ignoring my might.
The quite lizards, green and red, tongues out
Laughing at mankind's terrible chance.
Crying with scarecrows, politicians, a drought.
My lover girl, angel of yore, a ghost of dance.
Even the strange have a system of dancing.
Pain is no respecter of persons.
Judgement, summoning a clear pathway there
Standing, mocking lover girl's wink so fair.
Who would keep ravens in their deathly lair?
Oh, well. a moment we had, we had a dare.
Dec. 14, 2020________________________________________________
Writer's summary: I felt at this time that there were several fences separating my heart and the truth outside. Sometimes I do not want to breathe.
------ Kenneth
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Comments
Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on January 05, 2021:
That is beautiful, Kenneth. Very picturesque. I hope you had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, and that all goes well this year for you and yours. Stay safe, ya hear!
Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on January 05, 2021:
I felt pain in your words. I like the title, so true today.
Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on January 05, 2021:
This poem is excellnt, and it reflects the way I have felt at times. Things are crazy in the US and really in many places worldwide, so after a while it just seems like it won't get better.
Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on January 05, 2021:
Hi Kenneth,
It is a tough scene in the U.S. right now with all of the turbulence affecting so many of us, whether it is politics, the pandemic, joblessness, food lines, and more. Even truth is at stake! Your poem is excellent!
manatita44 from london on January 05, 2021:
Excellent poetry!
