This is Life

This is Life

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

When I wade out and into the green 
wash of antiquity’s womb
a little too far perhaps 
from the comfortable reach 
of beach, I sense her 
growing apprehension 
to whether … 

the geography of sixty 
might be too rugged, 
my reluctance to accept 
the ever-widening crevasse 
between now 
and memory’s cache 
of herculean pursuits … 

Though this is life … 

The appetite to consume 
the sun and 
stretch 
to the breaking point 
the limited confines of space 
I’ve been allotted before 
being swallowed. 


Ken e Bujold

© 2023 Ken e Bujold


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Ah, I see what you've done here Ken. You have placed your tongue firmly in cheek, to divert us away from the fact that it is not a delusion that we are awesome and should be worshipped as God's, but to hide behind the jocularity the simple fact that we are indeed awesome and should be worshipped and adored, just for simply existing.
I was just saying that very thing to my psychiatrist, here at the asylum for the criminally inane, but he just kept saying "yes yes" and something about increasing the dosage, before throwing me back into my special suite with bouncy wallpaper and wraparound jacket.
He must have meant my dosage of awesomeness has increased! 😊
Ps... Stay awesome, just like me😊

Posted 9 Months Ago


Lorry

9 Months Ago

Ken, ignore this twat. Just another troll mental patient.
Ken e Bujold

9 Months Ago

i long ago gave up on online nasty's. have commited enough sins through my real journeys for which I.. read more
Lorry

9 Months Ago

I just put it down to some people being nutter than an explosion in a snickers factory 😊
Ken,

This is a powerfully poignant (to a 69 year old fart from a fictional town of Smalltown, Texas) piece of excellently written Poetry ... It, the above poem that is, touched every part of my sanity seeking mind that is relegated as resigned to the reality that, like my poor late Wife of 49 years, I shall not always reside above ground, but, one day, beneath it ... Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, go for broke, but die we must ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Posted 9 Months Ago



'before being swallowed'

My hope is to become so unappetizing, rather than being swallowed, I'll be spat back out.

Nice poem Old Timer.


Posted 9 Months Ago


If it was not such a sorry scenario, the consequences of ageing are almost humorous as we hopefully attempt to keep floating as far as we once could

Posted 9 Months Ago


The realization of the changing limits of possible is one of the more difficult aspects of the aging process, It seems it's not until the breakng pointis reached and we're slapped down do we grudgingly admit we aren't what we once were.

Winston

Posted 9 Months Ago


Ken e Bujold

9 Months Ago

so true. This one had a working title of "St Peter's Pool" which is a mind-blowing beach in Malta. .. read more
W. Barrett Munn

9 Months Ago

I understood the self examination and grudging acceptance. It is another fine piece of writing.
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Added on August 9, 2023
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Ken e Bujold
Ken e Bujold

Somewhere in Ontario, Canada



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