I am the Keeper of Dark Secrets

I am the Keeper of Dark Secrets

A Poem by Ken e Bujold
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thanks to Winston Munn and his keen eye for a straggling syllable

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I am the fellow certain of nothing,
never at a loss for words.

I am the fool dancing in the moonlight,
two left feet in right foot soles.

I am the keeper of dark secrets,
always searching for the unlit candle.

I am the father forever missing
the patter of children never delivered.

I am the son who went missing,
returned too late to be the prodigal.

I am the brother who never calls,
burdened by distance and time.

I am the worker broken limbed,
still desperate to stay afloat.

I am the sailor tossed about life's waves,
eyes forever glancing to sea.

I am the husband seldom there,
the widow-maker.

I am the coffin bearer,
laid to weep among the forgotten.

I am...
I am.

Ken e Bujold
2022

© 2022 Ken e Bujold


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So sad but nicely written. The repetition of I am really works with this. Thank you for sharing. Temp

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

thanks for stopping by Temp
Temperance

2 Years Ago

My pleasure.
This is very intriguing and thought provoking. I like the repetition beginning each sentence with ‘I am’ and using it again in your closing. The flow is wonderful!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

thank you dara, glad you enjoyed the read.
Ah, yes, that now is the writing of yours I know,
Winston

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

thanks again for the keen eye
W. Barrett Munn

2 Years Ago

I owe you do no worries

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Ken e Bujold

Somewhere in Ontario, Canada



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