Wishes, Dreams, and Woes

Author:

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.

The cold rain slowly dripping in hypnotic time

I sit frozen, wet, dead wishes, rusty dreams, and bloody woes.

I look to be judged by nameless people, no breath or rhyme.

I’ve felt their fists, tongues, and merciless blows, their merciless blows.

Oh for that one dream that I dreamed of only a year back

For a crust, a drop of watered wine

To sit, to look intently with women of knowing no lack.

They scoff, they sigh, and lie to the soul of a life not mine.

Ending life with a stoic look, a prayerful wish of just to go

Just to go; if that be a prayer God would honor true, so true

He could say why or maybe a no, I cannot tell His breezes to blow.

Death sits hear me on a bench so wet, my coat is wet, the sky is blue.

Comments

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on February 07, 2020:

Hi, Good Friend, Jodah:

Ahhh, what a nice comment and secret revealed about you voting for me. I would have never dreamed of it. Thanks so much. I cannot wait to get the prizes. Then I will use my wife's digital camera, she can snap a photo of those prizes and use them as a nice move in the hub I can write about showing writers who are on the bubble whether or not to join HP.

Again . . .thanks, Jodah.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on February 07, 2020:

Dear Brenda, thank you so very much for the warm and touching comment. And as for God, you best know that His thoughts and ways are so above us. This is Biblical. But listen. I love Him regardless. I am sick in body. I am 66 and still here with four strokes. No bragging. Just sharing how He sees us through the worst and I should celebrate Him more when they are good, but being human, I don't.

Write me anytime, Brenda.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on January 25, 2020:

Kenneth,

The writing in this one is great. It flows so naturally.

This one seems so sad as he looks back upon his life remembering the one time he desired to look at women of no lack, only to discover the way they truly live.

I suppose there is no pushing God to take us when we are ready to go. He has his own plans.

Good write.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on January 25, 2020:

Very poignant poetry Kenneth. Nice work as always. (p.s. I voted for you in the Hubby awards as "Most Prolific Hubber.")