The Timid Poet

poetry and more from Kenneth W Arthur

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If the universe is artist all poetry is ekphrastic

If the universe is artist all poetry is ekphrastic The only condition is your being there and being watchful of sunset brushed onto evening sky, ancient oaks sculpted into forest, elegant swoop of starlings murmuring. When mindless march to quarterly… Continue Reading →

I will not dine on my own bones

I will not dine on my own bones Do not wound me because you wound yourself with delusions and paranoia, building straw multiverses that orbit an oversized ego where you are the only permitted victim, where those who reveal your… Continue Reading →


Premonition “Once you can name something, you’re conscious of it. You have power over it. You’re in control. You own it.” – Robin P. Williams, author Of the forming crystal we must never speak. Something resides at distant congregation of… Continue Reading →


Thanksgiving Laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite, pumpkin pie crowned in whipped cream, aunts and uncles linger, trade stories, fresh baked comfort hangs in the air. A cousin complements the cook on the giblet dressing and sweet… Continue Reading →

American Crossroads

American Crossroads For nothing now can ever come to any good, now that justice is dead, swept from the stage of this farce we call America, where manhood is white and carries a gun fired in rage, where guilt is… Continue Reading →


Prisoner Their eyes, a torture of unendurable beauty, ravish with sidelong glances, promise more than can ever be consummated. Flame to my moth, they burn away oxygen, mock the inspiration of my lungs, allow only an eternal sigh. Their eyes… Continue Reading →


Billie Here is a strange and bitter crop – macabre scene of hanging black bodies, ghosts roused by sultry lament to hushed silence of offended pale faces come to be entertained, not embarrassed. Hers a voice that knew bitterness. Long… Continue Reading →


Happiness It asked a crumb of me and nothing more. Even that I could not give. Joe’s value wanes once cellophane is stripped, scotch tape cut, cardboard lid pried open, and he becomes a GI maimed in the sandbox wars… Continue Reading →

In the Woods

Update: 2023 poetry winners are now posted online. Read my poem “In the Woods” at Very pleasantly surprised that my poem “In the Woods” won third prize in the poetry category at the local Westminster Art Festival. I think… Continue Reading →

The veil

The veil shall be lifted – nevermore! Forever the bride on cusp of matrimony caught in nervous pause before “I do” when love’s confidence crashes headlong with reality’s fear. Promises of happiness and better times – empty as the local… Continue Reading →

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