Swan Lake, Putin's Folly

Swan Lake, Putin's Folly

A Poem by Ken e Bujold


A news ship, The Odyssey

whispers through harbors


lamentations of the lost

souls aboard

ripple dreams

midnight musings

of an ancient harvest.

Madmen across the waters.


Some one's always right

someone writes

dispatches of disorder

harrowed hails of

incomprehensible numbers

of grief gripped widows

orphans ripped from

childhood innocence

red socks missing

blue feet dangling


I never knew you, Artem Datsyshyn,

how much I missed your Swan's passé!

Sun Tzu fools made mockery of

your artistry: Bolkonski's legacy

took root in soils far too shallow

to allow any art for love's sake--

dance, dance, dance...Artem!

Let the fools war on, old w****s

eventually grow tired, eventually

the dance of art will conquer!!

Ken e Bujold

© 2022

© 2022 Ken e Bujold

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I hope you are right Ken.
"Let the fools war on, old w****s
eventually grow tired, eventually
the dance of art will conquer!!"
The above lines. They cut so deep into the real world. I liked your dance of words and thoughts. I will this one again. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry. We are almost Neighbors. I live in Clinton Twp.

Posted 6 Days Ago

Ken e Bujold

6 Days Ago

thanks for the kind review Coyote. Hope all is well in Michigan
A sad day in sad times. Seems every hundred years or so there is upheaval, fascists and fascist-leaning appear with solutions sifted from the River Styx and polished into new
Nightmares. Only art survives.


Posted 1 Week Ago

Ken e Bujold

6 Days Ago

Yes. Though a bright light, after what I saw of Putin's press conference yesterday, and aftermath of.. read more

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Added on September 22, 2022
Last Updated on September 22, 2022


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