By: Ken Allan Dronsfield
Sonnet 105 Feathers on the Water
Dear shorebirds, my quills inspiration.
I love the way you’re chased by the ripples
Ceasing my days and nights isolation
Dreams of the coast, a smile, and a giggle.
Let me watch you as you bob and wiggle
You’re much quieter during the winters chill
The sea fogs hide the highest tides tickle
you take flight along the coast with a shrill.
Winter shows her winds upon crab and krill.
Strolling windswept dunes; the sands rise higher.
Wing beating echoes; those thoughts fulfill
but leave lone feathers upon still waters.
I walk away with a chill in my heart,
Remember this sonnet whilst far apart.
Sonnet 21 Old Hiking Shoes
Don’t grieve for me here on the attic shelf;
we’re joined infinitely as one, you said.
In an old moldy box now, by myself;
my place was there tucked well under your bed.
Don’t grieve for me here within the dark dread;
the days and nights meld together as one.
Reflect on happy times, with stronger tread;
sweet dreams now reign as dead leaves in the sun.
Memories fade away after you’re done;
the old just crumble away into dust.
Remember all the mountain trails we’d run?
Fear, you showed none, only honor and trust.
Don’t grieve I’m here above your clarinet;
on the top shelf, right beside your train set.
Sonnet 5 Awaken to a Reddish Haze
Nocturne shadow, rise with the Flamingo
charmed by the sunrise a morning sky smiles.
Hushed morning song whispers at my window.
Prone on the pillow; love the outer isles.
Daydreams wander; my fan begins the day
dunes twinkle like brilliant diamonds sparkling
Winds blow the deep blue waters on the bay.
Tea’s steeping as the teapot is perking.
Old cat yawns awake in the morning light.
Dandelion seeds float by with the breeze
grass flows serenely terns hover in flight
waves rise higher on Lanai’s southern seas.
As Kilauea shakes her vast eastern shore,
I see a reddish haze from my back door.
Sonnet 110 Twilight Sky
The day is falling; the day is falling
The sun crying as it sinks from the sky
Hear the cicadas in delight calling.
Full moon is smiling as it rises high.
The night is calling; the night is calling
The sun is crying and sinks from the sky
Can you hear songs of the crickets galling
Stars say, ‘hello’; the sun says, ‘goodbye.’
The night is falling; the night is falling
Dreams wait behind waving curtains of rye
Listen to the sounds of slumbers snoring.
Soar on the backs of a monarch butterfly.
A spider scurries across the pillow;
perhaps suspended in web or willow.
Bio: Ken Allan Drunsfield
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a prize winning poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He graduated from the Community College of the Air Force majoring in Law Enforcement.
He has six poetry collections to date; ‘The Cellaring’, ‘A Taint of Pity’, ‘Zephyr’s Whisper’, ‘The Cellaring, Second Edition’, ‘Sonnets and Scribbles’, available on Amazon.
His latest collaborative book is ‘Inamorata at Twilight.
Ken’s been nominated several times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for Best of the Net. Ken loves writing, thunderstorms, coin collecting and spending time with his rescue cats Willa and Yumpy.
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