I’d like to share another one of K’s works. Sadly, it is also incomplete. As was her life here with us. She and I had so much left to do, to experience together, to share. But these little pieces of her that she left behind for me to find, do, for a brief moment, by a small fraction of measure, help heal my soul. And I hope they do so for yours.N.
The paths of two equal and opposite men
Had crossed on an evening so fair.
The wind was aloft in her heavenly den,
And soft was the breath of her hair.
Each equally clever and gifted in thought,
The men had agreed to a duel –
A match to determine the answer they sought:
Which one of the two was the fool?
A gentleman clad in exacting extremes,
Consisting of darkness and light:
A monochromatic portrayal of schemes,
From black to the starkest of white.
A colorful figure of yellows and blues,
With bold interruptions of red:
Symbolic of all in the spectrum of hues,
From down on his shoes to his head.
And so they contended to reap the reward
Of bearing a title so grand,
But only the sharpest of wit would accord
The rank that the both would demand.
The paths of this equal and opposite pair
Had crossed on a unit in time.
And during this moment the couple would share
A daring discussion of rhyme.
It is here that we see a gap, a break in the verse and the tempo. There must have been a missing page, which I of course regret not being able to find. The poem does continue, albeit with a different meter and rhyming scheme. Thus, I will share that with you next time. Until then, love and light. ❤