“Thoughts of Steak Tartare” by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Can your mind sustain the burden

for the beating heart to heave?

Will you bare the heaviness of being

within a lightness of the form?

Does the little weevil relent as the sun

drops in a pallid gray sky?

As you hum dirges by ashen colored coffins,

do you peek under the black drapes

to grasp death’s unfurled black hand?

Do you care for harmony, or does chaos

in the moment feed your soul?

Without a frown, without any remorse,

with a sprightliness and lightness in the twilight.

Does the moment make you pause

to laugh while others cry?

Would you eat Steak Tartare knowing it’s

unsafe? How is it made?

Descry with your tongue, a salted lick from

ripe pears and taste the tears of the dying.

The voyeur of listening strains to hear the beauty

through the fumes of a burning heart.

I live with my pen, I’ve found peace here,

in a meadow enjoying the outer limits.


Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, poet and fabulist. His work has been published world-wide in various publication venues. His newest poetry collection, “A Taint of Pity; Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection” is now available from Amazon.com. Ken loves writing, thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, spending time relaxing and playing with his cats Willa, Turbo, Hemi and Yumpy.

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