Wishes, Dreams, and Woes

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.

© 2020 Kenneth Avery