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Tag: Ken Allan Dronsfield

“Tempest of the Bold” by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Posted on August 21, 2020

By the waves I felt the storm shall Death bring his scythe? Eagerly I looked for cover; loud thunderstorms drumming from the tempest that is blowing.  ‘It’s that beat,’ I […]

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“The Outcast Dead” by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Posted on October 21, 2019

“In the dead and dark of night,/
upon a haunted gorge they rise.” #metaworkermonday

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“Death of Whydah Sibyl” by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Posted on February 4, 2019

Stand at ocean-side, exhale screams cut through dense air, her throat tightens releasing weird screeching caterwauls. The ice melts and Sibyl climbs the tower; in gown of white with gold lace; coat-less, […]

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“Dark Side Whispers” by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Posted on October 8, 2018

Unrelenting passion in a sonneteers delusion moving in rhythm with the windblown grasses hand in hand on a path through the hemlocks written vows of brazenness within a sensation. Transactional […]

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“Thoughts of Steak Tartare” by Ken Allen Dronsfield

Posted on May 7, 2018

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 […]

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“Occupy the Present” by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Posted on April 9, 2018

Whatever be the season, perhaps you are the reason, for the shadowed man whom limps down the narrow lane. With help of a burled cane, or such unequivocal refrain within […]

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“The Plum Tree” by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Posted on December 25, 2017

  How did the despair become fluid for clear, dry eyes to shed? Why did the burden on the heart allow the stress and cause the beat to finally stop […]

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“Oh, What the Hell” by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Posted on October 2, 2017

Gracefully inept at life’s perfection gleefully disorganized and simple who put the milk in the top freezer? Sometimes I think gremlins reside here glowing and rising with the autumn sun […]

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“Twilight’s Crescendo” by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Posted on March 13, 2017

absent of pearls in a grand ocean mollusk crying self righteousness without salty tears seeking to find truth in an unrelenting fervor see the dark drift in during a twilight […]

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“Twilight’s Drift” By Ken Allan Dronsfield

Posted on August 8, 2016

Reason for waking, lofty faded dreams soft steps in grass eyes raised skyward Brisk breeze blows wind swirls on water geese march in air reality softly fades. Flame tip to […]

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“Shimmers of Time” by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Posted on May 23, 2016

Diamond shimmers within sand, an ardor in the moon’s brightness; a whisper. Stealing of devoted memories cast one’s heart off into eternity; the promissory. Talking of love and deep passions, […]

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