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For Prose Poetry Lovers, "Final Glimpse"
This was inspired by a fellow hubber, Rosemay50, a natural talent, and a wonderful person. I just wanted to give credit where credit belongs. (Kenneth Avery)
I dance the struggling darkness of universe past;
Feeling dust of light past eyes - shadows in line.
Shoeless, bloody feet, splintered with life,
Wrinkled moonlight tapestry sees our strife.
Embracing no body the breath once lived;
Sparkling laughter silent struggle still.
Broken, bowed, crushed clutching my step
Mangled voices fade to creatures once made.
Pauses, reprieves, pupils eagle envy;
Hills stream, stalking hunter’s step slowly cease - - -
A hand, a throb, an eyelash once held;
Scented sadness, pain-twined past.
Sun goes shameful, birds sing low;
Blood falls freely - creation’s door.
Gates swing wide, glowing eyes pierce;
Crawl like a maggot - pride complete.
Final note, music, love, life is thrown;
Cast backward, precision in craft.
Gathered ne’er the mirror - they see me
Blinded eyes, crippled dreams, our schemes.
Hilltop dew slashes my kin
Mountains rumble - -then speak twain again.
Days end, ending days . . .
Slowly, silently walking away.
(the reader can interpret this to their own ease of knowledge and settling of their own conscience. And that is how it should be.---Kenneth Avery).