Poems by Dudley Koonce

Dudley Koonce

MIRROR

Mirror, mirror on the wall—why can’t I just have a ball? I’ll drink and bash and live real fast until I fall from the clash of the wall. Mirror, mirror—tell me please, how do I find the other me? Life molds us in very different ways and shapes— like clay models, we can change. Alcohol is just the end result of all the other things in your life that have not been addressed. When the mirror from within reflects a bitter past and the shine is dull with a hint of doom and gloom… on the side of the mirror there shines a slight glimmer of an unpolished jewel waiting to be polished and prepped to a gleam that will guide your ever step. A better life awaits you, but you have to go after it and get it. Forget what you know, let someone else lead the show, help you grow and glow with a feeling of freshness inside, like white snow.

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Poems by Dudley Koonce

SOLITUDE

The night, gloom, silence, darkness, and isolation can produce many things within man— many things that can be expressed really help one to find oneself. It’s a freedom that can never be imprisoned. Remember the nine months—that’s where it all began. Can you imagine being born and able to talk, and saying, “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, I’m free at last!”

THE BLIND

Is there really such a thing as a blind person or one who has lost their sight? By night or day, if we lose something it gives strength to another part of our body. They say a baby is living in darkness for nine months. And then there is light—and light is the best part. Light is life and darkness is death. Light, to me, is knowledge, understanding, and wisdom. But what is important: We are all blind in one way or another… Is there such a thing as the blind leading the blind and if so, Who is leading who?