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Poetry From The Mind of Ken Allan Dronsfield

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Sonnet to the Velvet Rhapsody

In a cool amber mists and wispy bonds;

a chilly stillness asleep in despair;

grayish clouds fading in a mornings flair

dissolving above the bare trees and pond.

sunrise fights with pious tenacity;

to burn off this winter’s coolish caress;

warming of a spring soul without remiss,

return the land to its passivity.

O’ warming orb of stellar radiance;

watcher of time, forever descendant;

sultry trance, a chimerical beauty;

heated passion; wanton evanescence.

Winter’s heart has reluctantly withdrawn;

Bow down and pray; a velvet rhapsody.

 

Adieu, A Sonnet of Sleep

The raindrops fall with enchanted magic

spattering upon that old metal roof

a melodious rhythmic sleeping tune

my tired lips welcome steeping ginseng tea

I crave soft pillows and comforter to

carry me off to my sweet restful dreams.

The hound is fed and warming by the fire

candles now smolder a wispy goodnight.

My robe and slippers rest near the bedside.

Slide deep into heaven, cat at my feet.

Sleep well sings the bashful yawning new moon,

Tap, tap, tap chant the raindrops on the roof.

This evening ends as a cherished sonnet.

Stars whisper soft to me, adieu, adieu.

 

A Sonnet

Tear in the Autumn Moon

Keeper of trees, au pair of great forests

please tell me why you leave bare stark branches

cold and leafless until the spring arrives?

Where are the beautiful majestic leaves

that always shade me from the harsh hot sun?

I pray the Maples are well and still sweet.

I love the beauty of dancing Alders,

their yellow leaves shimmer in the breeze of

a cool late summer’s day full of sunshine.

Each day snowflakes drift down, like leaves during

autumn’s call we remember the beauty

of green forests and wait for warmer days.

I’m left after winter, but on moon beams,

a willow’s tear left to fade, fade away.

Bio:

Poetry

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 one poetry collection, “The Cellaring” and is currently working on two new collections for release in the New 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. 

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

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2 Comments

  1. Raj Raj

    Poet aptly describes about the day, season, moonlight. All the poems portray the innocence of the poet.

  2. Steven Warren Steven Warren

    This is the first time, I am reading some exceptional poetry from Ken Allan. You really touched my heart and soul. Your words are very forceful. I can’t resist myself reciting “Tear in the Autumn Moon” again and again. I encourage you to write more such lovely poems for us. I will keep on following you on BeneathTheRainbow.

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