Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet who has recently been nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards for Poetry in 2016. His poetry has been published world-wide in various publications throughout North America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cat Willa. Ken's new book, "The Cellaring", a collection of haunting, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, has been released and is available through Amazon.com. He is the co-editor of the poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. A second anthology, Dandelion in a Vase of Roses will be released around the first of the new year.
A Chaotic Infirmity
Can you hear defiance
from a throbbing heart
cry out through tears
fall from the hazy sky.
Ask not for pleasures
nor await agonizing pain;
Only to inhale life again.
adrift in an aura of love;
a wisp from high above.
ray from a Nebula's haze
weaving a pretentious maze.
walk a path where piety leads.
Press on as others shall leave;
bruised and forever tortured,
For my life's intention was blessed love;
But reality becomes a chaotic infirmity.
Look there, a lone leaf drifts in the breeze
floating down through the now bare trees
finally alight upon a bleached white skull
that has laid there since last Halloween.
coffee pot makes it's melodious growl
the old cat's tail thumps keeping time
blueberry's sit in a purple stained bowl
I wonder if you've left to go got the mail.
thoughts, like the leaf, drift in your mind
time passes quicker than it did as a child
our little dog barks chasing the what-zits
coffee in tow, another oak log to the fire.
blissful blues waft from the parlor stereo
the cat looks up as the horn section plays
you return from a walk with a hurried step
the pancakes smell wonderful you know?
Candle on the desk flickers in the fall wind
I write another verse to the autumn poem
tossing the ink, but it doesn't sound right
breakfast awaits, we dérive to the kitchen.
Resonance of Love
Patterned pain from the lost kindred
resonance of love felt by the heartless
wanton joking of riddles in pig Latin
whistling rhymes iced in Plato's ear.
Tasting dreams of all spoiled children
orbs adrift disappearing before dawn
pious discontent of rights in the soul
liars are left to cower in deep ground.
Alight upon the head of a stick pin
street urchins smile for a lone dollar
as a red tide abates at the low ebb
whirling about we simply wait to die.
Vibration causation in a feted toddy
stomp upon the loneliest of memoirs
pen lines to your springtime crush
a resonance of love just drifts away.