January 11, 2021


The Yearning


The Yearning

In this lifetime full of yearning
through which came wishing and dreaming
within many splendid, unquiet enthusiasms
a voice murmured back the word, 'prayer!'

I was needy and you were solicitous,
my mind always straying to paradoxes.
Instead I uncovered brazen devotion,
the perkiness brought such euphoria
and so, I screamed, 'Is that a blessing?'

Mattering and assaultive within theodicy
Urging and purging within my slyness,
shyness or otherness, I could not awaken.
Tossing its ghost into all desires,
'It's that barrenness,' I muttered

Queryingly back into my memories
craving the eccentric, eclectic fantasies
the yearning, an essential evanescence
an evolutionist laughed at me in retort.

'It's that piety,' I whispered.
The sunrise simply smiled.

Article © Ken Allan Dronsfield. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-09-14
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.

2 Reader Comments

Gerry Leonard
08:56:52 PM

All along, we yearn for something fulfilling, our final quest. Divine goodness reveals itself in your verses.

Michael Lee Johnson
09:18:36 AM

Well, I must admit to 6 trips to the online dictionary for this poem. Maybe I need to get back to 3 syllable words, LOL.

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