Dusk

The day’s dram all but 

downed, a few drips still 

to be drained. I sit 

in the languishing light’s tide, 

mull of horizon slipping 

into the cobalt bloom of unfolding clouds, 

time’s perennial pea inching across the iris,

a moth flittering along the edge 

of dusk, thinking how Dazai 

must have imagined his setting sun  

diving into the dark waters for the last time. 

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I found myself slowing down reading these lines. A short poem from you and yet it had such impact. Loved the opening alliteration. You created a wonderful ambience with this write. It has become a favourite . Well done Ken.

Chris

[Ken e Bujold]

thank you Chris. This was first one of any worth since finishing book. For week and a half i simply couldn't get up energy to bare down. With this i felt, okay back at it. glad you found enjoyment in it

ken

[Lisasview]

Hi Ken,
There is so much to love about you poem..anguishing light’s tide,
mull of horizon slipping
into the cobalt bloom of unfolding clouds,
time’s perennial pea inching across the iris,
These are such amazing words and thoughts..
makes one want to go back and read your poem over and over and over again.
We as poets often wonder where our thoughts come from..the thoughts that end up as poems...
Really loved it,
Lisa, now in Spain

[Perdition]

Whoa… OK now you’ve gone too far! There’s poetry and then there is something that floats over you like an old dream and it waits for years…. lingers in the subconscious, waiting to bloom into something else, that is what is happening here. An expanded haiku prayer attached to the base of the cerebral like distant notes on a piano when you are deep in the woods. Not a line wasted. You got good real quick didn’t you Ken!… lol. This one is perfect!!!

[Ken e Bujold]

yes real quick. LOL by snail standards i guess 40+ yrs of scribbling to reach perfection is reasonably quick :)

[Perdition]

Hey… some people wait several lifetimes for a poem like this one Ken…I say scribble on!!

[J.P.]

"I sit
in the languishing light’s tide,
mull of horizon slipping
into the cobalt bloom of unfolding clouds,"
Damn, I feel that. Cobalt bloom should be a Crayola color.
Later-
J.P.

[Ken Simm.]

The complete feel. Watching and visual, literary and beautiful. I really enjoyed this one.

[Betty Hermelee]

The setting: a languishing slice of drab; musing about the surroundings; a rain drop on an Iris; gray... clouds unfolding..setting sun ; thinking at this moment of what others may be thinking about as well, like Danzai, the novelist...a heart beat of deep thought....well done Ken
Best, B

[W. Barrett Munn]

Brilliant, as usual. I think what I like best is the idea of "languishing light's tide", then the volta, from how you experience sunset to your thoughts of how it has been previously experienced.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks. languishing so much better than time i think LOL.
as for volta, well you have my thoughts on that already.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what you can do with a setting sun in your poetry!
I am so envious---"his setting sun/ diving into the dark waters for the last time."

Love that, Ken. Could I steal it??? ha ha....

[Ken e Bujold]

borrow if you wish ... :)
thanks for kind words and review J

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's a wonderful image....

[Ken e Bujold]

it is. Dazai is one of my fav japanese novelists. sadly little read outside of Japan. Best way to describe him, sort of Japan's Dostoevsky

[FGFRANKLIN]

This is a wonderfully crafted piece and the descriptions were lush. It was like relaxing in a sauna of words. I enjoyed the read.

[Ken e Bujold]

a sauna of words ... an absolutely exquisite metaphor F. thanks for the visit

[Laz K.]

high-flying thoughts describing a special time of the day. it's a good reminder that, although it happens daily (dusk, that is) we should not take it for granted, but notice the indescribably beauty of it, and cherish it with gratitude.

[Ken e Bujold]

yes each day should include a moment of gratitude. thanks for stopping by Laz