A Convergence

i

Being with you 

here, in this

hour and place

is all I know--

the convergence of senses

to time and space

of time and space.

ii

It is right

what they say--

that two souls entwine

but once

in a lifetime

in a union of need

blessed by the ache

of understanding.

When you look through me

I see what sorrows

only I can fill--

the drum beat

I beat.

iii

Love is an abstraction,

an act of withdrawing

from life

the marrow of self's own

selfishness to own

some other self,

the transfusion of want

for want.

iv

You breathe

I breathe

we breathe

in rhythm to--

over and over

and over and

over

I know because I've replayed

the loop until

I had it memorized.

v

I know you want me

because I want you

too

vi

When I tell you what

you tell me how

when I ask you why

you ask me now

what I imagine you

paint from dreams

what you shape from

me is that pose

of a question

waiting to be posed.

vii

When we lie 

naked

needle and thread

stitching 

egg and yolk

circle circles

circle

here, now

in this space and

place

our hour converges.

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[JD Major]

The Human Condition, separate entities with the need and capacity to fuse as one, if only for moments,
which live in memory as one.
A moving piece, Ken!

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks JD. all seven for and because of one outstanding woman

[Rafia Anjum]

entirely different genre of romantic poetry.

[Ken e Bujold]

somewhat easy to compose when you are married to your own Muse. thanks for the visit Rafia

[W. Barrett Munn]

When it becomes personal for you is when you are at your poetic zenith, such as with this wonderful addition to your library. Splendid, mate.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks Winston. Yes when it becomes personal the urge for metaphorical wizardry subjects itself to clarity of emotion. this is to be center of Musica's book, though i am considering just how to place it. have a thought of breaking it into blocks, as though 7 chapter headings? still mulling it over, have another 10 days before the printer

[softlyfall]

Love expressed somatically
the marrow of self's own selfishness to own some other self, the transfusion of want for want, a convergence of senses, breathing in union
That is love that surpasses the limitations of mind, cannot be explained but only expressed...but need not be expressed from flame to flame because you know one another so well.
Just achingly beautiful. A knight and his maiden

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks amy. she is a maiden, me a Knight? well i do love my nights so maybe

[willweb]

You are quickly becoming one of my favorites on here my friend. This was outstanding. Its form made it exciting to read, laced with little cliffhangers and falling into one at the end. Really nicely done. q

[Ken e Bujold]

thank you will, the accolades are quite humbling. Glad you enjoyed the work.

[andrew mitchell]

Very nice piece of writing Ken.

[Ken e Bujold]

thank you my friend

[Chris Shaw]

A perfect piece on togetherness and love. Two melding into one. Really nicely conveyed and felt too Ken by this reader.

Chris

[Ken e Bujold]

seven poems seven days, one woman. This one just makes it in under the wire, as I putting last touches on her book before the printers

[Chris Shaw]

Well done you. I have to say Ken I am a tad envious at how prolific you are with your writing. My muse needs a good kick up the backside. Such a lazy moo she can be. :)

[Ken e Bujold]

for me its the process. what people see as prolific is a slow process in reality. I break my writing day up into blocks. warm up exercises, then multiple pieces in early forms, long lines of thoughts. then a few pieces in mid completion, maybe only one or two three lines added, then the end of day of pulling together what is essentially done but needs the final revisions. While many pop up around the same time to be posted their fermentation can be anywhere from a few days to weeks, sometimes even months. It's a process I developed in my advertising days and works for me.
AS FOR U MY LADY yes give that muse a push, I am a big fan of your work, hungry for some new ones

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A fine expressive piece on love and its coalescing actions towards a unified soul. To know one another beyond intimacy and in an existential manner. Where one feels they are breathing for the other. A fine poem Ken.

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks CLE, made easier when you have one that inspires the words

[Laz K.]

i like the "trippy" psychedelic imagery here. this poem took me on a ride in a theme park called "love" where one may experience strange visions, feelings, and be grateful while it lasts, but also be grateful when it ends.

[Ken e Bujold]

seven poems written over seven days for my wife, which I suppose can be viewed as a rather "trippy" psychedelic ride, one I am certainly grateful for