May 11, 2018

Three Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield: "Little Girl in the Cemetery Garden," "The Stand," and "Our Daily Bread"

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, poet and fabulist originally from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. His work can be found in magazines, journals, reviews and anthologies. He has two poetry books, "The Cellaring," a collection of 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work, and "A Taint of Pity,  Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection." He has been nominated several times for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Ken loves writing, thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.

Little Girl in the Cemetery Garden

On a Sunday evening in late spring
birds are at rest, and stars now shine
the full moon rises just over the hills
sit on a bench in the cemetery garden
and reflect on burying Dad last week.
A little girl appeared by the fountain
and danced her little minuet in silence
white moon flowers began to open
her dress was white with red roses.
I realized that what I was seeing was a
little ghost girl, dancing to the full moon.
I started to speak, then thought better
and after she finished, she turned to me
smiling, she looked me in the eyes then
melted away into the hazy mist all about.
I was truly saddened to see her disappear
but realized, she had made me smile and
I felt tranquility even during this great loss,
calming a wounded soul, the gift of serenity.
I return, each night, of the rising full moon
to talk to my Dad as he peacefully rests and
go to the stone bench and relax in silence
to watch the little girl dance in the garden.

The Stand

Glorious trees be they aspen or birch
kindred rise toward the sun and sky
the Spring brings rain for tender roots
buds exploding into new green leaves
songbirds build nests and raise young
each sunrise brings warmth for the day
lulling all to rest during summer's glow.
a crisp of fall begets nights of coolness
leaves change color and glide to earth
the North Star twinkles in its boldness
as Christmas lights flash through towns
the group has stood tall, year after year
as Winter relinquishes it's frozen grasp
warmer spring days take over from cold
Glorious trees be they oak, pecan or ash,
some die and fall, many others rise higher
together forever in a grand stand of trees.

Our Daily Bread

Maybe that's my lesson for today,
to hold on to the simple moments.
Appreciate them a little more as
there's not many of them left now.
I don't ever want that for you.
Finding that which makes you happy
shouldn’t be so damn hard.

I know you'll face pain and suffering.
Hard choices will rear their heads.
You can't let the weight of the bad
choke the joy out of your life.
No matter what, you have to find those
things that love YOU and run to them.
There's an old saying, "that which doesn't
kill you will make you stronger."

I don't believe that, I think the things that
try to kill you make you angry and sad
turning you into a cynic and non believer.
Strength comes from the good things,
your family, your friends. Your faith and
satisfaction in work and play.

Those are the things that will keep you
whole, those are the things to hold onto
when you feel broken. Those are the
things that will keep you centered.

~Ken Allan Dronsfield

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