Resonance by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Patterned pain from the lost kindred
resonance of love felt by the heartless
wanton telling of tales in lost tongue
a whistling rhyme vibrates Plato’s ear.
Tasting dreams of all spoiled children
orbs adrift disappearing before dawn
a pious discontent is left in the soul
liars are often cowering underground.
Alight upon the head of a icy needle
street urchins smile for a lone dollar
a red tide abates at the lowest ebb
whirling about we simply wait to die.
Vibration causation in a feted toddy
watch lava destroy a lonely memoir
pen your lines to a summers crush
a resonance of love just drifts away.

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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 two Pushcart Prize Awards and the Best of the Net for 2016.
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