Kenneth Rowe

Joined February 2021

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Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.

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Balance
To find balance, in an ever, increasingly chaotic world. To find peace, within the storm, that is life. To find purpose, when it is an elusive creature.
By Kenneth Rowe3 days ago in Poets
Waking up Old
Old is the land, old is my hand. My body, my soul. I wake with the weight of a blanket, a patchwork blanket, of decades, thrown over my body. It’s weight is a comfort, familiar and reassuring. Each patchwork, a different season, a different turning. Continually I add to this blanket of my life. All the episodes of my life, sewn together with threads from other’s lives.
By Kenneth Rowe20 days ago in Poets
The Third
From the start, I knew, it was you and me. Little did I know, that there was a third. From the start, it was you and me, and the bottle.
By Kenneth Rowe21 days ago in Poets
Future’s shadow
I stand poised, my toes touching tomorrow. All the days that I’ve lived, trailing out behind me. What seemed to take forever to arrive, now confronts me.
By Kenneth Rowe2 months ago in Poets
Words
What needs to be said, I cannot say. What needs to be written, I cannot write. So many times, I’ve tried. So many times I’ve written it all down. The words falling easily onto paper. But paper can be burned, words not uttered can be denied.
By Kenneth Rowe2 months ago in Poets
Living
Life flowing, swirling, around us. Teasing some, that feel it’s pull, to step wholly, unabashedly into the flow. Allowing themselves, to be lead past any normal limits, regardless of the outcome.
By Kenneth Rowe2 months ago in Poets
The Guilt Givers
His quiver is always full, an endless supply of arrows. Dipped in poison. He has never failed to notch and release. His aim, to wound. To punish.
By Kenneth Rowe2 months ago in Poets
The Face of the tree
Old and twisted, it stands resolute. It’s wood seemingly petrified. Hardened in death by sun and air, still it seems to possess some life.
By Kenneth Rowe3 months ago in Poets
The Wall
The wall rose up before them, up into the clouds it went. They all stood astonished, as to what this wall meant. They saw nothing of what lay beyond, no person could they see.
By Kenneth Rowe3 months ago in Poets
An Ending
When you’ve turned the last page, when there is no more to be said, should we close the book? Should I, close this book? This story that has been my life to this point.
By Kenneth Rowe3 months ago in Poets
Grumpy Snowman
He sat molded to the bench, his bench. His emotions a frozen heart. Managing to appear, disinterested. His defense was a well practiced grumpy demeanor.
By Kenneth Rowe3 months ago in Poets
The Forest
What forest? he said, “All I see are trees.” Blinded was he, to not see, what stood before him. “What proof have you” he uttered “Of this forest you talk of”
By Kenneth Rowe3 months ago in Poets