April 5, 2017

Three Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield: "Twilight's Crescendo," "Burnt Toast With Tepid Tea," and "Taint of Pity (Revision 2)"

Ken Allan Dronsfield was been nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards for Poetry in 2016. His poetry has been published 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 soon.

Twilight's Crescendo

Absent of pearls in a grand ocean mollusk
crying self righteousness without salty tears
seeking to find truth in an unrelenting fervor
see the dark drift during a twilight crescendo.
Dancing in the dark, or waltzing in a whirlwind
depraved and decrepit as a one legged snake
sweet tea from it's spot in a cherry wood box
steeped in red clay pots amongst the ingrates.
Lightning strikes throughout the lower treeline
disturbing thoughts of ambivalence in dreams
hoods in mourning whilst a crypt-like fog lifts
gates of iron grasp upon the spirit deep within.
Rain hits upon leaves making a steady tapping
bare feet hit the road, a slippery slope aghast
a poncho saves the day, in a simple pious way
for we all knew it would rain, on that Saturday.

Burnt Toast With Tepid Tea

Time creeps waiting for the ride
freedom exists on the upper train
the high road taken of lessor fury
it's burnt toast with tepid tea again.
Diamond ring still shimmers like new
but attitudes dusty, decrepit and cold
a rising sun finally warms my mood
Jays eat toast; cat sips tea; I leave.

Taint of Pity (Revision 2)

Dark dreams of tomorrow live within today.
cascades of a colorless opaque luminescence
tree of deformity upon wispy flowing grasses
whilst vultures on the wing disappear in a haze.
Lucent clouded skies of blended silent obscurity
pious scripture camouflaged by a taint of pity
ravenous demons tempt the innocent with lies
as crosses burn brightly in the darkest mind.
The decrepit fantasies reign within hypocrisy
as a flavored sky burns with a grayish pallor
from an open window I see a world in chaos
the masses of people are unwilling to even live.
Gentle creatures disappear from brown forests
animals walk on two legs stealing halcyon souls
germs spreading hate, in-cognizant of any love
lazy beg for work as garbage crops are cultivated.
Lonesome appear lost from curtained windows
whilst the long since dead stand and scream.

© Ken Allen Dronsfield

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