KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD - POEMS

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet and Author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He enjoys the outdoors, playing guitar and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa. He is the Co-Editor of the new Poetry Anthology titled, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze" available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in Journals, Magazines and Blogs throughout the Web including:
 
Indiana Voice Journal, Belle Reve Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, Peeking Cat Magazine, Dead Snakes, Bewildering Stories and many others
 

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​                  Good Day Bucharest
 
Inhale Romania
sun tea warming
onions caress water
tepid potato stew
long bread lines
soup now boils
wall fly pouts
I smile.
 
 
 

                  Committed Rev 2
 
I laughed in their faces
as I committed to flight
within the dimmed night
of a vast swirling haze
sprinkled with delights.
Awaken a spirited grin
from a darkling gaze;
a chalice of warm gin
and unicorns danced.
We all recited a ditty,
"Race your dragonfly;
Grasp a shooting star;
Whisper to the Moon;
Dance with the Fairy."
Your Devil warms up
on the Summer's grill.
I forgot the bugle call
whilst dipping my quill
as I committed to flight;
a soulless zombie bite,
in the eve of a raucous,
contemptuous icy night.

​                          A Violet Sheen
 
A thrill for sure, to dance upon the Moors;
during the Spring moon on a May twilight.
Smells found there waft about the breeze;
green pine needles and shimmering trees.
The gentle brook serenades a sweet view;
winding through grasses as trout dine upon
the masses of golden mayflies, as if on cue.
A peaceful radiance through a violet sheen.
A shy deer sneaks a peek from the forest,
within the marsh, rabbits spar with the fox.
Winner shall reap life's illustrious conquest,
another day gone upon this new equinox.
Of a mountain high; brilliant changing sky,
listening to the geese upon a final glide.
a kingfisher hovers in air; diving to a dare,
into the pond a striped minnow he's eyed.
 

​                       Whispered
 
Whisper softly in my ear
share your dreams of a
beautiful coolish spring
where worms run in fear
of Robins upon the lawn.
Come to me in the scent
of lovely lilacs and roses,
musty leaves, newish dirt,
and fresh blue skies with
pink marshmallow clouds.
Ride a lovely unicorn into
the glorious sunset upon
reddish twilight shadows.
Whisper softly in my ear;
I am yours, forevermore.
 

​                           Winged Allure
 
A piece of sky,
palette of blues.
lonely are clouds;
form-shaded hues.
a temptation to fly,
birds do it with ease
Icarus tried with wax,
Dedalus displeased
spells of teary eyes
await those in flight
Orville rode the skies,
a feather not in sight.
race us to the moon,
never to know why
I guess just to do it,
insanity wants to fly.
sit me in the old bus;
smells make me frown
a bit slower, I trust,
but not so far down.