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…
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