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This Place of Solitude Serene

Updated on January 9, 2017
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Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.

Internet Archive Book of  Images The papilios of  Great Britain
Internet Archive Book of Images The papilios of Great Britain | Source

What will I see when I am me today?
Who will see me where I go anyway?
So many friends in the sky, on the ground
Some watch me sit and scoot round and round.

Some days I see a dragonfly with wings so frail
And big tough butterflies hiding from the hail.
Then my eyes see a picture of me
Looking to see what all there is of me.

Where will I walk today with soldiers marching?
Maybe dragons fighting with scaly backs arching.
Growling, howling, and two wolves' heads pop up
Then I wake to see it's "Jumper" my little white pup.

Why do I have to leave this home of solitude?
Where war, killing, hurting or abuse is ever the mood.
I love my solitude this place of solace so serene
I could live here forever just sleeping on a moonbeam.

Aleda in Riverside, with  deer trophies - fall 1954
Aleda in Riverside, with deer trophies - fall 1954 | Source

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      Kenneth Avery 7 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      TheONatureBoy,

      Thanks for your input on this hub.

      And you could be right. My higher self might have been talking

      to me.

      I do have a few clear memories of my childhood.

      Write anytime.

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      Kenneth Avery 7 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dearest Sakina :)

      Thank you, Dear Friend, for the very comforting remarks.

      You are a Very Special Writer and person.

      Keep up the great hubbing.

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      Kenneth Avery 7 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, Road Monkey,

      You bet it was.

      A shame that we do not have a device or something to let us make the choice to grow up or stay longer in our peaceful locale.

      Just a thought. Thank you for the sweet comment.

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      Kenneth Avery 7 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Gypsy Rose Lee,

      Thank you sincerely.

      This piece if I were to focus on the metaphoric phrases, I would cry my eyes out.

      I missed my childhood due to my older sister who had married, moved back in with my parents and me with her husband and with their first baby.

      She all but demanded that OUR mother help her with her child leaving me to just get along the best I could.

      Childhood is like virginity. When it is stolen, it cannot be retrieved.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 9 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Most wonderful poetry. I was a very imaginative child and as an only child could easily create a world of my own. Simply love that last line -

      I could live here forever just sleeping on a moonbeam.

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      Elijah A Alexander Jr 9 months ago from Washington DC

      Quite a poem, Kenneth, is it a metaphor of wondering about you leaving your body or had you only looked at it as your body's leaving its comforting home? They both are there so maybe you need to consider which is the message from your higher self.

      Peace,

      Elijah "The0NatureBoy"

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      Sakina Nasir 9 months ago from Kuwait

      This is so touching. Love your piece Kenneth! Waiting for more. Great job buddy! ☺

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      RoadMonkey 9 months ago

      Oh, yes, as a child, I totally lived in my own world. It was a great place.