Monday, February 15, 2016

Ken Allan Dronsfield- Three Poems

Breathless Heart

Cherish the flamboyance of a chaotic festoon;
surrounding the bloom of a December rose;
a final heaving exhale of the full lunar orb;
the cries of the heartless sobbing out loud.

Lost within this lifeless, bitter cartoon;
Vowing silence through weathered piety;
grounded by a charcoal black moving sky;
my impudent world of shackled safety.

Following sweet justice to the final bell;
Shaving some ice for a tequila sunrise;
Dances and glances circling the lofty despots;
vultures of consciousness devour my prize.

Ravens working magic using pastel colored paint.
The insolence inspired by a day long since gone;
Walk your pathway standing, never kneeling to faint.
Renewing the warm light within your breathless heart.

Vessel of Silent Death

Awakened by a jolt
misty queried fantasy
cold strangled soul
icy grip on the marrow.
Seething under ground
crispy labored breaths
buried alive it seems,
in a vessel of silent death.
Life bequeaths its poison,
coolish vampire's decree
I was hated in my day but...
Now, everyone loves me.

Nocturnal Creeper

Newspaper on a table
obituary section open
whilst tepid tea greets
my rose colored cup.
Today they found Harry
floating in the Creek
nocturnal creeper and
keeper at the old farm.
Twas a Monday last June
whence his Mary passed
Harry's been lost ever
since her burial service.
Alone, cold, not a spark
in his eyes, nor a reason
for taking another breath.
Roaming the roads while
seeking and freaking
upon the questioned
reasons for her death.
On this day in a note left
upon her grave, just before
leaping into the icy depths,
twas Harry who finally
lovingly confessed.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He has been writing for many years but has only recently begun seeking publication of his work, these appearing in a number of print venues. He enjoys writing, hiking, playing guitar and time with his cats Merlin and Willa.


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