Yuh-hai-has-kun, Cloud Capped Mountain

Yuh-hai-has-kun, Cloud Capped Mountain

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

The unsounded, echo

of almost unimaginable distance

in time, can be heard

here, if you listen


open eyes breathe

the wind's whisper

sliding sun drops


swim through light

of unspoiled

ice and spirit waters


the Stoney paintbrush

blanketing meadows

blood red to pink

orange lemon white

wild calypso sylphs

undulating to

the song of life.


A bighorn ram

nimb limbed up

the scraggly side

of Yuh-hai-has-kun


the spiral road

cloud capped

to all but

the fortunate few.


Ken e Bujold

© 2022

© 2022 Ken e Bujold


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You have an uncanny ability to write killer openings that grab and won't let go. Impressed again.

Winston

Posted 6 Days Ago


Ken e Bujold

6 Days Ago

thank you kind sir. Suppose it is a skill leftover from the old world left behind
I loved the poetry. Had the feel of a Ojibwa tale.
"the Stoney paintbrush
blanketing meadows
blood red to pink
orange lemon white
wild calypso sylphs
undulating to
the song of life."
The above lines could stand alone. The song of life, we can hear if we listen to the lakes and the great forest. Thank you Ken for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Days Ago


Ken e Bujold

6 Days Ago

The title is Stoney nation for Mt Robson, literal trans is the snow-capped mountain
If I could write like this, I'd quit my day job Ken
Your words float and flow
Dig your style

Posted 1 Week Ago


Ken e Bujold

1 Week Ago

thanks blunt, always appreciate the kind reviews.
Oddly enough it was my day job, for decade .. read more
Blunt--Instrument

1 Week Ago

Irony is everything.
Walking away takes balls
Salute !!

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Added on September 21, 2022
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Ken e Bujold
Ken e Bujold

Somewhere in Ontario, Canada



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A Poem by Ken e Bujold