Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, 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 reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues including: The Burningword Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, The Literary Hatchet Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, Belle Reve Journal, Peeking Cat Magazine, Dead Snakes,Bewildering Stories, Aquill Relle, Members Anthology, Book 6, Literature Today, Volume 5, Poetic Melodies Anthology, Creative Talents Unleashed; and many others. His poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net for 2016.
Golden Locks Upon a Morning Breeze
incessant jovial mumbling aghast
golden locks upon a morning breeze
convertible top down in harsh sunlight
Siamese cat rides proud upon the dash
casting hazy shadows from stem to stern
quieted ride upon the marshmallow tires
pizza bites sizzle on the red hot headers
as my brain awakens in a drunken stupor
crossing the plains, without fear or disdain
seeking or freaking like a two headed clam
memories absolved of all pleasure or piety
golden locks flow upon a morning breeze.
walk the path
through the pines
rain on the menu
covered coffee mug,
squirrels look on,
rumbling is heard
from the west
as does my umbrella
walk goes on,
I'm happy and dry
stepping in a puddle,
the squirrel grinned
because they knew
holes are in my shoe.
A Harvest Sonnet
Pussy Willows grow at the edge of the field
cows grazing among the brambles and berries.
cat birds cry in a breeze by shimmering Alders
winds sway the grasses like long ocean waves
the Pheasant's race to thickets for safer cover
alone in the fields, I lay down and watch the sky
the grass is warm after a day spent sun bathing
clouds race by heading east towards the sea
huge ruffled pillows of fluffy feted marshmallow
no butterflies dancing or dragonflies romancing
pumpkins now orange and acorn squash ready
corn is now cut, stalks are placed on a lamp post.
leaves will soon be changing, burst of lovely color
crowds abandon the beaches, geese move south
apples wait in the orchard, plump and awesome
full moon rises slowly, humming a Harvest sonnet.
Lying upon pebbles in white sand
skyward watching stars drift along
moon glows from blanketed clouds
lights from tall ships horizon bound
the inviting ocean
flocks of geese slowly move south
days are shorter; nights a bit cooler
remnants of summer left in the dunes
it's a quieter time here at the beach.
A Slower Breath
Tragedy breathes in slowly
labored cache of mediocrity
depressed icy spirits lifted
self hype, creates an ego
destiny served with coffee
cries at night echo in stereo
candles spread molten dread
lips feast on a symbolic credo.
pain spikes in a heartless beat
sour taste of pickled old crow
fight a tide of honorable pride
loneliness breathes in slower.
Eve of the Solstice
Rejoice in each breath bestowed upon you,
sing me the sonnet cherished in your heart,
for tonight I shall finally fall fast asleep with
your essence and love deep within my soul.
come to me in the new light of a pink sunrise
take my hand and walk with me on the beach
leave our shoes on the dunes of the winter rye
let's reap a scent from the breezy fresh salt air
Walk with a dare to the edge of the lonely surf
running back as the waves give veracious chase
sit and watch as the ocean bound ships disappear
on the eve of the solstice, a kiss to the harvest.