 Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet and Author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He enjoys thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa. Ken 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. The Melting Winter storm of inglorious snow finding a home in higher lands melting to an harmonious tune slowly cascading in icy rushes granite rocks and rough water telling tales of highland woes journey to a bluish of oceans from wood, swamp and glade pious path of fearless doubts wildflower's hum in rhymes seers decree honored vows life giving blood to all nature reverent thoughts move along scowls and frowns devoid here beauty and mystique whisper a mountain stream runs down. Island Talk Rainbow wings upon a terracotta roof pink or yellow houses bright in the sun chickens squawk as the lazy dogs nap goats and pigs run awaiting their lunch breezes from the harbor welcomed by all fisherman along the beach cast for dinner marshmallow clouds moving very slowly island in my dreams, come talk for awhile. Adieu Raindrops of falling magic spatter upon a metal roof melodious sleeping tunes warm tea welcomes tired lips fluffy pillow and comforter await carry me to a restful fantasy pup is fed and candles smolder slide into dreams, cat at my feet. To sleep, to sleep; the moon yawns. the stars softly whisper adieu, adieu. (First Published, Whispers of the Wind Blog) Learned Silence leaf strewn empty lot little children absent numbers in color chalk laughs from yesterday. bike rack bent & twisted fences missing and rust kids watch from the steps question looks, zero trust police car resting, tireless oak tree darkened by fire windows smashed, silence ode to those fallen, lifeless. Final Gasp Impatiently waiting for twilight's final gasp a Summer's heated feted night sings away breezes of lightness bend grasses so softly ducks needing rest, now land upon the bay lighting a Camel and watch the smoke rise into a star filled sky of a darkish purple haze sitting on the porch as the small waves crest while an airliner high in the sky heads east. citronella is lit as mosquito's now swarming a full moon reaches towards a nervous sky drifting in thought like a misty fog passing in a blink of an eye, candle wicks dance. life brings to boil memories of time gone years spent in poor health, minus wealth as I've never been the most important thing to friends or anybody, not even to myself.
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