Absent of Present
written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield
@KenKadfield
Has anyone seen me?
I know I used to be here,
perhaps there, somewhere.
I feel so lost, gone like old
bones ground into nothing.
Dust in a strong breeze.
I felt like a cat nine tail,
standing straight and tall
bent over by marsh winds
waving to all lake side,
lost fantasy skyward.
Passion blooms; life après.
Depth of a cranky shade
of listless yet excited bliss.
Blessed by the thoughts and
prayers of strangers, love
enhanced by a whisper.
But has anyone seen me?
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