Saturday, February 6, 2016

Three Poems by Ken L. Jones


Stitched Together Moments

The moon was wingless way back when
I first bounced around being freshly married
While the red birds in the dry branches of the clouds
Turned my front yard into a dream of rain
But now that pine cones are long dead here and
All my memories are so heavy with snow
Even as the fog bleeds in at a crawl
On this ragged unmade bed of an afternoon
Where once soft melting February was unsuspected
And brought us a little closer to everything that was stranger than
And made the shivering leaves to dance
Like ghosts on junkyard windshields
That were chiseled in all of the sadness that I ever had



Falling Helplessly to Visions

Autumn does not exist beneath the tangled roots of all sweets
And it has remembrances as I taste of the empath periwinkles
To think thoughts more lofty than Ozymandias
As they crowd my heart with sun kissed beaches and gardens
That once did the Monster Mash for no good reason back then
Where lemon cream sand met the ocean along a coastline
Whose fresh baked pastry always allowed me to fill her heart with poetry
That was painted in the flashing seagulls that coexisted in my visions so gas lit
And where whose waves like jewels fell
And that always was more than a handful of all that I would ever seek
And which lingers still in each westerly breeze



The Broth of Lanterns

The middle of the night is barely a seahorse
And the orange groves now are the color of Medusa's blood
Near the corn husks that are full of autumn light
As bronze as the trumpet notes that erase the Aurora Borealis
As it dents this winter's afternoon
Till all the starfish in the coral
Become the very air we breathe
In these deserted pieces of tomorrow
Where I trade places with a dream



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.  

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