Of Sallow
Trust is an oak
tree with shallow roots.
so very
treacherous in windy weather.
I feel as though
I'm glued to the floor;
pinned like a
moth to an insect display.
I wish to leave
this horrible evil place,
run far away
into the cold, dark night.
In the
flickering shadows of humanity
sympathetic
words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the
soul; healing to the heart.
Dreams rise and
fall like lunar tides;
engrossing
thoughts flood the brain;
as blood through
old varicose veins.
Flotsam strewn
about dying fields as
jetsam falls
from darker, foggy skies.
Face rises to
the sun, a sallow pallor.
Vultures
perched, perversely hawing;
a flag is folded
in presentation style;
roses tossed
onto a shiny new casket.
The eve of one's
quietus has arrived.
Dead Sunflowers
All things wild
and free;
roses amidst
bristling briers
honeybees upon
Canna Lilies.
Kisses in fields
of goldenrod
savoring tall
root beer floats
empty hummingbird
feeders
seeds from dead
sunflowers
chickadees feast
in a spruce
pumpkins like
orange skittles
dot the field in
the far valley
ricks of oak
stacked and dry
barn owls; an
inquisitive stare
kittens chase
autumn leaves
a school bus
drops happy kids
witches, ghosts,
and goblins
knock on our
doors for treats.
Fall is now here
amongst us
as the dead
sunflowers sleep.
The Poetic Sound Of Rain
During the
rains, I feel the strength of each drop
as it gives
life, yet, in a raucous deluge, takes it away.
Gentle upon the
morning shower, as rain falls before
my feet; feisty
in the evening hours as lightning
joins in the
affray.
Our memories,
written on petals, fallen from life's
great circle of
flowers, fed by the sun and rains of
yesterday,
devoured by the earth to feed others.
Memories, like
the rain; some beneficial,
some miserable.
some happy some sad.
Lying on my bed
in candle light, a quilt upon me;
I read a book,
see the words, but only hear the rain.
The rain, the
rain, the poetic sounds of the rain
softly carry me
to my dream state and sleep.
KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD
KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD is a disabled veteran and prize-winning
poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He has seven poetry
collections to date; 'The Cellaring', 'A Taint of Pity', 'Zephyr's Whisper',
‘The Cellaring, Second Edition’, ‘Sonnets and Scribbles’, 'Inamorata at
Twilight and his just released book, 'Aequilateralis, Aphorisms of the
Water-Bourne'. Ken's been nominated four times for the Pushcart Prize and seven
times for Best of the Net. He was First Prize Winner for the 2018 and 2019,
Realistic Poetry International Nature Poetry Contests. He has begun producing
Creative Content on his YouTube channel and has had success sharing his poetry
with the social media community. Ken loves writing, thunderstorms, music and
spending time with his rescue cats Willa, Yumpy and Melly.
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