Wisdom

Wisdom

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Before I grew you

I thought wisdom was something you had to grow

into: sort of like pants

handed down

from one generation

to the next--

like the autumn wake

of spring-summer foreshadowing winter,

the gray cliffs

of clouds crossing

a mind's drift.


Ken e Bujold

© 2022 Ken e Bujold


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Wisdom can be handed down from one generation to the next, but it's not a given. History is filled with stories of rulers who seemingly learned little from their parents. Politicians are an even better example. Sometimes it's a hard won quality of those who have been willing to listen to life instead of trying to control it. Liked very much the simile comparing autumn to a wake. Never thought of it that way. To me it was just a relief from the damned heat.

Posted 2 Years Ago


"like the autumn wake
of spring-summer foreshadowing winter," what a beautiful metaphor and it does capture your message so profoundly, Ken. Your words ring so true to me in their wisdom. CLE

Posted 2 Years Ago


I never seemed to grow into those pants
other than the a*s part.

Winston

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

same here. but i have been told i have a great a*s so alls not lost

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Ken e Bujold
Ken e Bujold

Somewhere in Ontario, Canada



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