The Blue Snake

The Blue Snake

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Less than zero, dregs of a dead coffee

added to a year's writing--not much

worth salvaging. What's needed is action,

some mind full direction...

a bit of plot thickening the broth, a pinch...

my inner doubts churn--let us not turn weary,

good company ruins bad character.


The central thought is small, smaller

than the dreamt about ideal--the blue snake

in the closet needs to be fed.

I sense the sly slither of something,

rustling sheets, crossing over t's, doxxing

the balloon, when the slightly tarnished blonde

stirs hungry, murmurs, the blue snake awake.


Ken e Bujold

© 2022

© 2022 Ken e Bujold


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My psychiatrist once told me, when I asked if I write (beyond the purview of choice) because it is in my blood (many ancestors were poets... John Milton directly but others indirectly)
he said,
"poetry is not in inherited, it is suffered"
Sylvia Plath was not trying to die, she was attempting to awaken her blue snake.
I try to reject this concept but we all know it, all poets all understand it at some level- much of our inspiration is born in pain.
Is it impossible to be a happy, contented poet then?
or does the blue snake starve to death.


Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

ones you might like then, since I came to the cafe:
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Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

now that is a splendid gift, wish more grannys thought that way


I am sure this can be interpreted in several distinctly different way .. and so far, I have enjoyed every single one of them :) Neville

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

glad to keep your mind spinning neville

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Added on October 3, 2022
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Ken e Bujold

Somewhere in Ontario, Canada



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