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Poems By Ken Allan Dronsfield

Poems By Ken Allan Dronsfield

Red Cardinal’s Serenade

Red Cardinal

Pristine early spring morning

this day now awakening with

soft, gentle warm breezes,

chipmunks dancing in pairs.

The beautiful red songbird,

a balladeer Red Cardinal,

sings his early morning song,

as a greeting to the rising sun.

A lonely feather floats down

guided by the gentle winds

to rest upon the ground here

by my slippered covered feet.

Wispy marshmallows of puffy

clouded shadows linger with

me during my spirited walk

on this fresh crisp morning.

Memories of that feather;

a finality of forgotten things

fade away like melted snow,

coolness chases each breath.


Pebble and Stubble

That which gives often

often receives nothing in return

Do not be deceived

by the writings in stone

Corn often grows taller than words

words often grow taller than deeds

In what field strides the Earth

with stalks as thick as dictionaries

We take a cache and fill silos

forty moons per one field.

Wrung it’s neck for our bellies

now we give it spit, hot looks

At dusk, we watch wise men

gather petrified husk and stubble

to fashion tablets, starlings,

crows and ravens pick clean

all discarded pebbles.


The Heron and the Moon

Soft is her breath as the full moon rises

smiling looking down at smooth calm waters

warm breezes whisper to the gentle ripples

the lonely heron stands stoically entranced

serenity lulls the heart and warms the spirit.

Sounds of the city, lights and people are null

seagulls and terns have found their roosts

fog horn speaks from the rocky outer banks

swells carry seaweed on a high running tide

stars strive to shine thru the bright lunar glow

a ketch cruises by with her mizzenmast down.

Venus clams squirt water all along the beach

a ghostly chill suddenly wraps around us

the wind changes to an on-shore sea breeze

the great blue heron extends her wings wide

captures the zephyr and rises into the night

reflected by the light of the beautiful full moon

off to the sand dunes to nap until the sunrise.


Ken Allan Dronsfield

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TWITTER: https://twitter.com/KenKadfield
WEBSITE: https://arevenantpoet.wordpress.com/


Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, Poet and fabulist from Hampton, New Hampshire, now residing on the southern plains of Oklahoma. Ken enjoys music, writing, walking in the woods at night during a full moon and spending time with his cats Willa, Hemi, Turbo and Yumpy. He has two poetry collections, “The Cellaring” and his newest book, “A Taint of Pity” Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection, and is currently working another new collection for release later this year. He is the Co-Editor/Cover Artist for 2 poetry anthologies titled, “Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze” and “Dandelion in a Vase of Roses” and is working on a third. His work has appeared in Literary Orphans, The Burningword Journal, Beneath the Rainbow, Vita Brevis Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, Black Poppy Review, The Blue Heron, EMBOSS Magazine and more. Ken is a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee and twice nominated for Best of the Net, 2016-2017.

Link to Ken’s Books on Amazon.com.




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