Poems
by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Sting of a Snowflake
The old barn moans and groans
as bones creak on this coolish day.
Stepping outside into fields of corn
cut and harvested, barren of view.
I watched the winds conspire with
shafts of wheat to tickle the sunset.
From a dark cloud floating above,
a lone snowflake floats down and
stings the tip of my cold red nose.
I'm feeling a tinge of sadness as
those summer dreams drift away.
Twilight time chases the day away
near the dead crab apple trees on
the old farm where I once roamed.
Where Tall Trees Dance; A Sonnet
Afternoon's here in the valley of wood
where the tall trees dance; as long walks covet
ambiance of romance and gentle calm.
silence, serene, the only sound being
light snow falling; like twinkling glimmers of
diamonds tapping branches on the way down.
snow covered and my candle is alight
on the window sill near the warming fire.
The reddish orange glow and falling snow
elicit memory of marshmallows,
steamy mugs of delicious hot cocoa.
our boots, hats and scarves hang by the back door.
time to remember those grand youthful days
and the simple ways here; where tall trees dance.
Au Revoir to Summer
Last nights dishes wait in the sink
hot water and soap to arrive soon
cat sits nervously pondering when
his dinner will finally fill the bowl.
Summer's sun has left for Florida
chain saws echo across the valley
pumpkin looks pitiful on the porch
wish I was more skilled at carving.
Standing in the back yard alone
watching the leaves gliding down
like paper airplanes here and there
some helicopter spin to the ground.
A sense of sadness is now borne.
colder days are well on the way.
Au revoir to Summer, Bonjour Fall.
whilst I've only written a bit all day.
Respite
face, a wrinkled rustic tan
eyes, clouded faded blue
tattered, old yellow raincoat
stands, watching the sea
dog, spying hungry gulls
boat, needs loving care
ocean, claims yet another
clouds, billow and race away
waves, crest and roll to land
memories, fade upon twilight
inhales, now become shallow
voices, gently call him home
ascend, that great stairway
effortless, steps taken above;
beyond, the Moon's darkness
his spirit, in respite rises higher.
A Stellar Ballet (Villanelle Poetry Format)
Time's not sleeping but forever creeping
Breathe to live while the blood is steeping,
in shadow dreams lies incessant weeping.
Heart beats as a clock, a tick and the talk
love burns with a flame in an all night stalk
Time's not sleeping but forever creeping.
a moon rising high in this fleeting twilight.
in a teary haze, whilst affixing my sight
in shadow dreams lies incessant weeping.
Love kind and true, now absent and ablaze,
the full moon exhales within a lunar phase
Time's not sleeping but forever creeping.
unto a midnight waltz, as feelings decay
stars twinkle and whisper in a stellar ballet
in shadow dreams lies incessant weeping.
How starved your wicked ego has been,
to devour my heart with a treacherous grin.
Time's not sleeping but forever creeping
in shadow dreams lies incessant weeping.
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