Absent Of Present by Ken Allan Dronsfield at Spillwords.com

Absent Of Present

Absent of Present

written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield



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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