Le Cygne (The Swan)
Late afternoon at the lake in
July
sun relents and finally ends
the day.
our journée is gone much too
soon,
upon a breeze come the wing
beats;
a snow white beauty of Le
Cygne.
It's been months since she
flew south
her two young cygnets and
mate for life.
she glides now alone; of a
silent grace;
her love is now gone, taken
by strife.
consumed by her loss; I feel
the tears
yearning for happier and
joyful times.
flash, flying fast and then a
quick turn,
her two Cygnets now land by
her side.
The rising moon shimmers upon
the water
I think of times, before my
own love passed
across the lake, with her son
and daughter,
Swims to me, then raises her
head with pride.
'love is lost; love is left;
life goes on', Le Cygne.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a
published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in
Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending
time with his cats Merlin and Willa. He is the co-editor of the new poetry
anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of
Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in
journals, magazines and blogs throughout the web including: Indiana Voice Journal, The Literary Hatchet
Magazine, Belle Reve Journal, Peeking Cat Magazine, Dead Snakes, Bewildering
Stories and many others.
All it needs now is the music Ken! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poems that glides the story across the water. An ending of great truth.
ReplyDeleteKen,
ReplyDeleteThis poem is so beautiful! Love it!
Your friend,
David Fox
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing, Ken, and continued blessings!
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