Mayday

Mayday

A Poem by Ken e Bujold
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"complete rewrite, of old work, but as i still like both, it's new"

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I imagine a day 
without books: how 
I’d navigate an airplane? 

Perhaps, in deference 
to others, I’d find a way --

like a whittling log
learns to make slushies from wood shavings, 

or a blind trout’s digestion of braille 
translates water to oil 
to Salai’s obscurant dimple. 

Obviously, it wouldn’t be 
easy, though not impossible --

I did eventually master the knot 
of tying shoes without zippers.

Ken e Bujold

© 2023 Ken e Bujold


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Your conclusion to this is really funny.
I hope that this day never comes, and if it does that it will be right before the end.

Society needs less reality tv and to read more.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

thanks for stopping by LA, glad you enjoyed the work
light and ashes

1 Year Ago

you're welcome
Well, you sent me searching with Salai’s obscurant dimple and I learned Mona Lisa is an anagram.

The close of this is outstanding using knot as a verb.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


I remember reading the earlier poem and this one is equally if not more interesting. It wouldn't be easy without books but as you said not impossible either as there would be so many things to do in so many different ways. Thinking out of the box and then penning a few amazing ideas is an amazing way of overcoming the scarcity of books. Loved it!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

thanks D. I chose to leave the original "Don Quixote" as a separate poem, it wasn't an ugly duckling.. read more
AYVID N

1 Year Ago

I get you totally. The human brain adapts quickly to gaps and adjusts accordingly. I loved your anal.. read more

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Ken e Bujold
Ken e Bujold

Somewhere in Ontario, Canada



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