Three Poems by Ken L. Jones

What is the Weight of Light?

My tall pine unclipped, unkempt is plucking the raindrops
Like they were strings upon a lute
And even the cracked blacktop of my street
Looks less careworn when it's wet
On this perfect shiver of a forty degree day
That forgot to come last November



Gleaming and Disorientating

My old avocado tree used to cast a net of branches
Hoping to catch the fish like chaff of dandelions
That was blowing where it pleased
In that long abandoned neighborhood
Where clouds congregated like Mark Twain quotes
As butterflies with petal wings offered their love to my flowerbeds
Till appeared a monarch who was the same color as my steed
And who as he departed left behind only
An inelegant but most sincere hallelujah and amen
That could not be perceived by the ears of men



From the Beautiful

The fog is a corn crop ripening on the vine
As the shadowy hammers of a winter storm arrive
And the moon which has roots that reach
All the way down to the earth below
Is like my first slice of a Ferris wheel so long ago
But now nothing more than grainy close-ups
Preserved in formaldehyde on this night
When I collect the new seashells
Just washed in by the tide



For the past thirty-five years Ken L. Jones has been a professionally published author who has done everything from writing Donald Duck Comic books to creating things for Freddy Krueger to say in some of his movies.  In the last six years he has concentrated on his lifelong ambition of becoming a published poet and he has published widely in all genres of that discipline in books, online, in chapbooks and in several solo collections of poetry.