Saturday, February 13, 2016

A Poem by Ken Allan Dronsfield


Pink shadow patterns of
elaborate faceless tries.
Sonnets of tasteless lust
are a virtuous surprise.
Colored dreamy piety as
Sinful Saturdays beget;
regret filled Sundays,
a weekend totally spent,
within dutiful lists of
timeless treasured gifts.
A bleve of hated fate
in the levy of the envisioned,
while pink shadow patterns
swim upstream just a bit too late.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet/author/digital artist originally from Hampton New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma.  He has been writing for many years and enjoys spending time hiking, playing guitar and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa.  His published work can be found at numerous print venues:

1 comment:

  1. You never fail to amaze me with your sheer genius. I am getting blinded by the ever increasing rise in amount of your poetry being published; long overdue as far as I'm concerned. You are on fire, my friend, this is such a joy to see.