KENNETH
NORMAN
COOK
WOULD SHE COME WITH
ME?
If I gently took
her hand
would she come
with me
to an unknown
world?
Would she come
with me
to a new land
where dreams
never come to an
end
and where no
teardrop
has ever fallen?
Would she fly with
me
through the soft
darkness
into a silver pool
of light
that catches the
breath,
skips the heart
and
sends a shiver of
ecstasy
rippling up the
spine?
Would she sail
with me
across the green,
misty ocean
to an undiscovered
island
where the sea
breezes
silently fan the
trees
with sweet, golden
warmth
and the sky is an
eternal shade
of heartbreaking
blue?
If I gently took
her hand
would she come
with me
to an unknown
world?
Would she come
with me
to a place where
loneliness
is a forgotten
word
and sorrow has not
yet
touched the human
heart?
THE CRUEL LIGHT WITHIN
The thick, night
silence presses on my ears,
while the hissing,
whooshing rhythm
in my head
measures out a cadence
in sync with my
heart, sending buzzing
pulses of bright
silvery light blinking
in my eyes,
penetrating the ebony darkness
that squeezes in
on my head, and brutalizing
the quiet solitude
of my lonely evening
with an intense
and insistent, repetitive blast
like a cruel and
sarcastic neon sign deep
within my skull,
flashing the mocking message:
“Alone”… “Alone”…
“Alone”…
THE PAST
Why won’t the past
fade away?
Let the ancient
tears grow cold
and my blood clot
and lump,
while my aging
flesh turns to dust
and my eyes cloud
over
to all that has
gone before.
Why won’t the past
just die?
Let the sun morph
to black
and the stars
blink out,
as the spring rain
ices to winter
and the gold and
silver
dry and rot into
brown rust.
Why won’t the past
disappear?
Let all the music
turn to noise, and
laughter become an
ear-splitting screech,
as the melodies
whither to howls
and the harmonies
of sweet joy
shrivel down into
a cry of sorrow.
Why won’t the past
fade away?
Why won’t my past
just go away
and die… Oh just
let it die!
KENNETH NORMAN COOK
KENNETH
NORMAN COOK was raised in Southern California 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. Here 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.
Hello Kenneth I am loving your poetry... YOU ARE SO AWESOME..
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Deborah. I am deeply grateful for all you do. 8-)
DeleteOne of my favorite Poets is this man right here; A star bursting to become even more a part of the Universe around him and his words will send you to the Moon and back. He's deep, profound, sublime, a shocker with impact in so few words that he can get a meaning or message across what takes others pages to accomplish. His Haiku and Senyru are to be admired and revered as well. His pen is Golden and so his Heart. I don't know what color his Soul is for it's too big and blinding in my eyes to detect a hue !!! I just know it's beautiful and that's all that matters.
ReplyDeleteKenneth is one of the best and most outstanding male poets i am lucky enough to be friends with. He is so wonderful his work is so outstanding and i have one of his books which is the best poetry of his i love his work. Keep doing what your doing Kenneth you have a natural wonderful talent.
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