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.
Look! The bluebirds, hear them sing,`
This is your world, little one.
Eyes who see the butterfly's wings,
Ears to hear the lizard's run.
Sing softly to those hearts who stop to hear,
Speak more-softly to share your secrets.
Listen intently for mother's law, make it clear.
Make sure you hear her, with you no regrets.
Look little one, you are now a man,
Still seeking a world that you can hold.
Still trying to hear the butterfly's wings,
And ears to hear the lizard's run.
Little one to man, hand-in-hand . . .
Heart-to-breath, and step-by-step.
A silent, opaque bond in hand.
With you, your son, with all your secrets kept.
Looking back into a sum of years,
There were tears, some jeers, as cruelty met life.
Sure, our little one shed his tears, touched his fears.
Worked as a labored soul, met and married a wife.
Saw endless sunrises, sundowns, sitting quietly
Holding hands, gazing into eyes, smiling.
© 2020 Kenneth Avery