Yearning. by Ken Allan Dronsfield

In a kingdom full of yearning

through which came wishing, dreaming.

Within many splendid, unquiet enthusiasms

an echo murmured back the word, 'ardor!'

I was needy and you solicitous;

my mind always strays to paradoxes.

Instead I uncovered the devotion;

the perkiness brought such euphoria,

I screamed, 'Is that a need?'

Mattering and assaultive within theodicy;

Urging and purging within my slyness

my otherness, I could not awaken.

I tossed its ghost against all desire

'It's that barrenness,' I muttered.

Quirkingly back into my memories,

craving the eccentric, eclectic fantasy

the yearning an essential evanescence

an evolutionist laughed in retort.

'It's that austerity,' I muttered.

The sainted just smiled, still yearning.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma.  He has three poetry collections, "The Cellaring", 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work. His second book, "A Taint of Pity", contains 52 Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection. Ken's third poetry collection, "Zephyr's Whisper", 64 Poems and Parables of a Seasonal Pretense, and includes his poem, "With Charcoal Black, Version III", selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International's recent Nature Poem Contest. Ken won First Prize for his Haiku on Southern Collective Experience. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.