January 5, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION


Ken Allan Dronsfield



Blown Away



A devoted surrender

of the heart and our

journey into cherished

fantasies is superior

to any outward form

of material sacrifice.

So perhaps it’s true;

maybe we’re forgetting

how to love and truly feel.

Perhaps the meaning of

our beloved fairy tales

and fables of yesterday

have dried out like

old red clay and blown

away with the harsh winds.

Is there no one to teach us

how to live happily ever after?





A Scented Remembrance



“Feeling the rain has made me recall

my childhood days now gone afore.

My Dad’s smile and Mom’s warm hug

and I want them back all the more.


The smells of Old Spice in the air

and chocolate chip cookies baking.

Chapters lost in another time,

old childhood memories awakened.


I shudder and stand in a stinging rain;

tears falling upon my whetted cheeks.

A yearning so primal, so very deep;

but finding I simply couldn’t speak.


The grass now wet about my gaze;

a hazy damp twilight looms ahead.

My remembrance softly whispers to me;

leaning forward I look and silently dread.


Reading the names upon that stone,

their dates of birth and death in kind.

Touching the granite I turn and drift away,

leaving my Scented Remembrance behind.”







Ken Allan Dronsfield

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet originally from Hampton New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He has been writing for many years but has only recently begun seeking publication of his work, these appearing in a number of print venues. He enjoys writing, hiking, playing guitar and time with his cats Merlin and Willa.


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