Absent But Present
Has anyone seen me?
I know I used to be here,
perhaps there, somewhere.
I feel so lost, gone like old
bones ground into nothing.
Dust in a strong breeze.
I felt like a cat nine tail,
standing straight and tall
bent over by marsh winds
waving to all lake side,
lost fantasy 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?
Oh What the Hell
Gracefully inept at life’s perfection
gleefully disorganized and simple
and who put the milk in the top freezer?
Sometimes I think that gremlins reside here
glowing and rising with the autumn sun
think I forgot to buy the half & half
good thing my favorite color is black,
since the toaster forgot to pop again
ribbon-like clouds adrift off to the east.
chickadees return to the empty feeder
soft rain arrives, my umbrella misplaced.
I have five, but cannot find even one.
adapt to life with its imperfections,
oh what the hell, I might as well just smile.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet who has two nominations each for The Best of the Net and the Pushcart Award for Poetry. His work has been published world-wide in various publications throughout North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. His work has appeared in The Burningword Journal, Belle Reve Journal, SETU Magazine, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Now/Then Manchester Magazine UK, Bewildering Stories, Longshot Island Press, Scarlet Leaf Review, EMBOSS Magazine, and many more. Ken loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Willa, Hemi and Turbo. His book, “The Cellaring”, 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 and Dandelion in a Vase of Roses available from Amazon.com.