. . .Her Passage

. . .from a place guarded. And only opened for us in a flash of a moment.


She bathes in rattlesnake sunshine--calling her moon with faded song

Broken glass dancers bow when she inhales the red clover aromas

Of lives once lived. Now torn with mocking laughter sweet.

Never walking. Staring through empty sockets, she's frozen


A soul once adorn. A soul once youthful. Placed awkwardly,

Out of place. Faces too strange. And raindrops belong to Judas

Golden hair, perfect to touch. My skin ragged, borne her blood

Took his sword. Her lover's opaque cloak. Slipping, fading deeper


in her darkness mind.

A fountain once served. A girl once laughed. No one with touch

Crowds, throngs, whores and kings, drink similar when fading

More crowns for dogs. A queen she was. A raven she is now


Take. Took. Taking. Taken. One yellow secret I hid

Stars abound. Flames in ground. One final tear from a sultry eye

A memory divided. Jealousy unbridled. While Satan bows his head

No power in Zeuss. No turn in axis. A nameless tombstone, at last


Cardinals cry. Rebellious September sky. A sepent begs to die.

From where I lay. From where she sits. Abyss in pretty colors

The children seek. Innocence they keep. And she gently walks away

Where is the tender? The taker of souls? The tiller of the soil

That I will become?


Vacant. Still. And yet so joyful

Mute. Graceful to see. Not one dance out of time.

A serpent. A mirror. She quietly smiles at both

While I feel the seeds. The dew. And tiller's plow.

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Sue B. 4 years ago

This is beautiful.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

"THANK YOU SO MUCH," Sue B., my friend. That means the world to me. Having you to leave this nice thought. I have to confess...each time I answer the calling that lives inside my darkest imaginations, I hurt inside so bad that all I want to do is cry. I know that this sounds unmanly of me, but its the truth.

Thanks again for such a wonderful comment.

Your Friend,

KENNETH


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picklesandrufus 4 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

a really nice poem.Very well written. vote up!!


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Thank YOU . . .picklesandrufus. Your comment made my night. Really. I cannot thank you enough in mere words or gestures, but if I had a million dollars, it would be yours for your nice spirit.

Kenneth


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catgypsy 4 years ago from the South

Very touching and deep. You amaze me how you can write all these funny hubs and then come out with some serious ones that are so good...you have a lot of talent!


Sueswan 4 years ago

Hi Kenneth,

"Broken glass dancers bow when she inhales the red clover aromas." Amazing imagery. Beautiful and profound.

Your sensitivity and heart shows in this poem Kenneth. I agree with catgypsy. You have a lot of talent!

Voted up and away.

Have a good day my friend. :-)


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hello, Dear catgypsy . . ."Wish I had the God-given words right NOW to say 'thank you,' in an appropriate manner, but I do not." Except to say, "Thank you, catgypsy, in my most-gracious manner for taking time out of your day to leave a comment on a hub that literally tore me up inside to publish. Your words found their target. In my heart.

Many Thanks,

KENNETH


PenMePretty 4 years ago from Franklin

Beyond awesome!!! Voted up!!!


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Angela Blair 4 years ago from Central Texas

Kenneth -- if I'm not mistaken they name a Poet Laureate in the State of Alabama -- you qualify my friend, indeed you do. Absolutely breath taking.Best, Sis


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

PenMePretty . . .Thank YOU for your sweet comments and vote. I appreciate YOU SO MUCH that you cannot fathom just how much. Have a safe, but happy day.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, Angela, what kind words you left me! I do not know if I'm worthy of such kind comments. I do appreciate you for saying these kind things, but I am only releasing 'something' that has lived inside of me for many years. And sometimes, like this time, it is not easy.

Thank you DEAR FRIEND, for all of your kindnesses shown.

Your fried and ally,

Kenneth


Sueswan 4 years ago

Hi Kenneth,

"Broken glass dancers bow when she inhales the red clover aromas." Amazing imagery. Beautiful and profound.

Your sensitivity and heart shows in this poem Kenneth. I agree with catgypsy. You have a lot of talent!

Voted up and away.

Have a good day my friend. :-)


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Thanks very MUCH, Sueswan! I appreciate YOU taking time to read my hubs and comment on them. God bless you in many ways for your friendly gestures which will not be forgotten.

Sincerely, Kenneth


Giselle Maine 4 years ago

Hi Kenneth, I actually read this when it came out, but I didn't feel able to comment adequately on this amazing and powerful piece of writing. However your recent message to me inspired me to speak out and ask some questions that intrigued me at the time but was too hesitant to ask: What was the inspiration for this poem? And did it come to you all at once or bit by bit over a long period of time?

In any case, I also wanted to let you know that I appreciate the message you sent, and that it means a lot to me that you took the trouble and effort to do that.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dearest Giselle, good friend, You are welcome for the email...fact is, I think of you often. Very often. To answer your question, this "lives" in my heart, if you will and sometimes the words/feelings come out like this. And yes, this is about A girl who literally touched my soul many years ago and it wasnt until 2002, I told her of my true feelings....long story short, time has taken its tol on me, NOT HER. She is as vibrant and beautiful as ever. The title is a metaphor..."her" is the girl I love. "Passage" is symbolic of how time is robbing me of time I need to spend with her. The rest are bits and pieces of my life scattered on the ground in front of my inner man. He cant go around, over or though. Its just too painful. So I give myself as vehicle for the metaphoric abstract thoughts to make sense. I am honest. Glad you liked this, Giselle. JUST you reading this was great.

Thanks and you can visit me anytime. I get very lonely during the day.

Your Friend forever,

Kenneth


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

I love love love this poem.. It is so beautiful

Kenneth I love it

debbie


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dearest Debbie . . ."That means a LOT to me." "A whole LOT." I just seem to be attracted to abstract/prose. I cannot help it. I will always treasure YOUR comment. Love you lots!

Kenneth

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