{"id":3117,"date":"2017-07-24T23:59:06","date_gmt":"2017-07-24T23:59:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=3117"},"modified":"2017-07-25T14:54:04","modified_gmt":"2017-07-25T14:54:04","slug":"ken-allan-dronsfield-summer-2017","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/ken-allan-dronsfield-summer-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"Ken Allan Dronsfield, Summer 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"

Conjured<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pink shadowed patterns
\nbrick walls of internal turmoil
\nspoken in tongues; elaborate faceless cries.
\nSonnets of tasteless lust
\nvirtuous but icy demise
\nsinful weekdays beget; regret filled Sundays.
\nIn colored dreamy piety
\na weekend totally spent,
\nwithin a dutiful list; a timeless treasured gift.
\nA bleve of personified fate
\nin the levee of a conjurer
\npink shadow patterns; swim upstream a bit too late.<\/p>\n

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The Ebb and Flow<\/strong><\/p>\n

From atop the great redwood trees
\ndragonflies fantasize of summertime;
\nof warmer mornings, balmy winds
\ndodging flycatcher’s and bullfrogs.
\nThe grasses are green along a pond
\nbaby goslings enjoy the new sunrise;
\nbarn owls love a midnight stellar show
\nwolves howl and worship the full moon.
\nBeating hearts prevail in creeks or marshes
\ndeep rivers and great bays ebb and flow
\nlarge animals enjoy the salty sweet grass
\nbeautiful wild flowers grace rolling hills.
\nAs the sun now rises in the eastern skies,
\nfrom within that great awakening forest
\na lone cicada sings his mating sonnet
\nwithin the ebb and flow of life’s circle.<\/p>\n

(Previously Published, Poppy Road Review)<\/em><\/p>\n

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Tergiversationalism (Ode to a Loss of Faith)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Final declaration by the child of man
\nkneel at the altar pointing of fingers.
\nHated arbitration at the gates of piety
\nreading of words inscribed on scrolls
\ninglorious chapters of swollen icy egos.
\nThe solitude found whilst gently afloat
\nholding the string of a helium balloon
\nspecial places which touch your soul;
\nare those the places worth dying for?
\nCascading madness beyond the light
\nteardrops stream down wrinkled skin
\nfree dive into the dark depths of hell
\nvoices scary in three part blasphemy.
\nA decrepit waltz in that yellow parlor
\ndecency in a memories of absolution
\ntrusted Crosses of devout symbolism
\nshovels stand by the mausoleum wall
\nbody bags await all within that dream
\nrise from your rest in sanctified ground
\nfalse prophets question the loss of faith.<\/p>\n

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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet who was nominated for a Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards for Poetry in 2016. His poetry has been published world-wide in various publications throughout North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Willa, Hemi and Turbo. Ken’s new book, “The Cellaring”<\/em>, a collection of haunting, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, has been released and is available through Amazon.com. He is the Co-editor of two poetry anthologies, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze<\/em> and Dandelion in a Vase of Roses<\/em> available from Amazon.com.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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