The Absence of Presence, Version III by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Has anyone seen me? I know I used to be here,
perhaps there, somewhere. I feel so lost, much like
bones withering away in red clay. But in a breeze.
I feel like a cat nine tail, standing straight and tall
then bent over in marsh winds waving to all at the lake,
lost fantasies rise skyward. Passion blooms; life après.
Depth of a cranky shade of listless yet excited bliss.
Blessed by the thoughts and prayers of strangers, love
enhanced by a whisper. But has anyone seen me?
Elders cry for the children, begging souls to return home.
Keep of life’s clock, turn the key and spike the pendulum
humming a sonnet in rhyme. Am I a musical note?
As the demons and hunger invoked sincere repentance
for thieving loaves of bread. Whilst all distressed lives calmly
exhaled their last before the hot ovens inhaled the dead.
Into a grave with 7 million others! I feel the chills of those
evenings long forgotten, repent your worst, tarry to knit your
burial throw, but please, look into the corner, next to the bin.
Perhaps I’m there, or just maybe, I’m in the dybbuk box!

©2018 Ken Allan Dronsfield

 

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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and prize winning poet from Hampton New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. His poetry has been featured in magazines, journals, reviews and anthologies. Ken’s work can be found in The Blue Mountain Review, The Burningword Journal, Literary Orphans, The Blue Heron, The Poppy Road Review, EMBOSS Magazine and many more. He has three poetry collections, “The Cellaring”, 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work. His second book, “A Taint of Pity”, contains 52 Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection. Ken’s new poetry collection, “Zephyr’s Whisper”, 64 Poems and Parables of a Seasonal Pretense, and includes his poem, “With Charcoal Black, Version III”, selected First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International’s, Nature Poem Contest. Ken loves writing, playing the guitar, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.

 

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