KENNETH NORMAN COOK

KENNETH

NORMAN COOK

IF YOU SEE HER

Wine soaked suicidal demons

were lurking deep inside

of my darkest shadows

while I was occupied

counting the lost sheep

of my manic dreams -

So if you happen

to find her crying

up into the hot sun

or laughing beneath

the green, foamy waves,

give her my message -

I will not forget “us”

until the lonely moon

turns blue from the cold,

and the stars are paralyzed

by the icy blackness

of dead, frozen space.

THAT VOICE

Whisper in my ear

just one more time.

Let me hear that voice

which melts the ice

in even the deepest

winter, ignites the stars

in the midst of the

eternal blackness of

the night sky and

carries a rich melody

on the wind that

tickles the air

with laughter and

covers the hills

with golden honey.

Whisper in my ear

just one more time,

that I may hold

in my mind forever

that voice which

brought me back to

the world of the living.

THE TOUCH

The lemony sunbeams

begin to leak under

the door and lighten

the icy windows.

The morning has arrived

and my head starts

to rise from the thick,

murky darkness of sleep.

A touch, as light as mist

and as soft as down

sends a sweet shiver

rippling up my back,

as she sighs like the coo

of a mourning dove.

The buttery rays of the sun

cover the chilly room

with a blanket of warmth

as she laughs into

the golden-striped air

with the song of a lark

and touches me once again,

sending me to a place

where the dawn breaks eternally

and the sunshine coats the sky

with ribbons of amber.

KENNETH NORMAN COOK

KENNETH NORMAN COOK was raised in Midway City, California (USA) in the 1960s. It was there that he began to fall in love with words, through a sixth grade English assignment to write a poem about Halloween. His entry was selected to be published in the school newsletter and that started him on a lifetime sojourn through the creative world known as poetry. After living away for many years, Kenneth is back in California, where he continues to write daily. He is a regular contributor to several magazines, has been featured in numerous recent poetry anthologies and has released a newly revised edition of his poetry collection, Shadow Walk With Me. He is also the author of a second book, This Side of Nothing, as well as a third; a collection of haiku and senryu poetry, entitled Theater of the Absurd. (All three books are in the English language, Kenneth's 'mother tongue'. Kenneth is a writer with over one thousand poems in his writing arsenal. Be prepared for a literary roller-coaster of emotions, imagery and intense imagination, for this is the poetry of Kenneth Norman Cook.