In a lifetime spent yearning
through which came wishing and dreaming
within many splendid, unquiet enthusiasms
a voice murmured back the word, prayer!
I was needy and you were solicitous,
my mind always straying to paradoxes.
Instead I uncovered brazen devotion,
the perkiness brought such euphoria
and so I screamed, ‘Is that a blessing?’
Mattering and assaultive within theodicy
Urging and purging within my slyness,
shyness or otherness, I could not awaken.
Tossing its ghost into all desires,
‘It’s that barrenness,’ I muttered
Quirkingly back into my memories
craving the eccentric, eclectic fantasy
the yearning, an essential evanescence
an evolutionist laughed at me in retort.
‘It’s that piety,’ I whispered.
The saintliness simply smiled.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and prize winning poet from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. Ken is a proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire. He has three poetry collections, “The Cellaring”, “A Taint of Pity”, and “Zephyr’s Whisper”. Ken was the First Place Prize winner with his poem “With Charcoal Black, Version III”, in Realistic Poetry Internationals 2018 Nature Poetry Contest. He also won First Prize in their 2019 Nature Poetry Contest with his piece, “Sonnet 17, Quiet Time”. Ken has been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for the Best of the Net. He loves life, his family and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy!