The flame that melts the ore
creates the steels strength.
The heat that breaks the irons core
shapes the rapier.
The gods create the wild storm
driving us to the reef.
Then they foment the swirling wave
which tosses us safe ashore.
Why should I dread these strange last hours.
Why fear?
They might begin the beginning,
the rewinding of the clock.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 