Burnt Toast and Tepid Tea by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Six am creeps, waiting for my ride
freedom exists on the upper train
the high road taken of lesser fury
it’s burnt toast and tepid tea again.
Diamond ring shimmering like new
but love is dusty, decrepit and cold
like the tea and toast, just a waste.
a rising sun finally warms my mood
Jays enjoying toast; cats sipping tea.
I just leave, time for a newer day.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet who has recently been nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards for Poetry in 2016. His poetry has been published world-wide in various publications throughout North America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cat Willa. Ken’s new book, “The Cellaring”, a collection of haunting, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, has been released and is available through Amazon.com. He is the co-editor of the poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. A second anthology, Dandelion in a Vase of Roses will be released soon.