Monday, September 12, 2016

A Taint of Pity by Ken Allan Dronsfield

dark dreams of tomorrow live within your today.
cascading in colorless opaque luminescence
tree of deformity within wispy flowing grasses
whilst ravens on the wing disappear in a haze
lucent clouded skies of blended silent obscurity
pious scripture camouflaged by a taint of pity
ravenous demons tempt the innocent with lies
as crosses burn brightly in the darkest mind.
the decrepit fantasies reign within hypocrisy
as a flavored sky burns with a grayish pallor.
from my open window I see a world in chaos
I see masses of people unwilling to even live
gentle creatures disappear from brown forests
animals walk on two legs stealing halcyon souls
germs spreading hate, in-cognizant of any love
lazy beg for work as garbage crops are cultivated
the lonesome appear lost from open front windows
whilst even the long since dead are screaming.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms! His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues. His poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net for 2016.


  1. HolyWowzers; I'm stuffing my latest in the deep file. I'm speechless at how much I'm still vibrating from reading this; you're so powerful with your words, they either stun, soothe or scintillate. You're like the Supreme Sorcerer of the quill right now. Respectfully...xoxopurrrs

    1. My sincere thanks on your wonderful, kind words! It's one of my favorite new pieces.

  2. This is the perfect poem for Black Poppy, Ken!

    1. Thank you so much ... I think it looks great on the Review!