Epopee

Nothing so near 

or so far away as thought. 

I think the star 

winking across epochs

though I may no longer be 

here when news of its demise 

blinks the last pulse 

a million eons or 

two … 

When I step into the light, shed 

the skin of a night’s misspent labor

I think of all the stars 

so near and 

yet none so far 

as you … how 

I wished but 

never thought … 

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

I was so hooked by the opening...fabulous...I thought I was reading Rilke's spirit...then when I got to the end I realized it was co-written by Neruda.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

apt enough description of fibers used to weave this cloak. both favs of mine, so often read, their fingers guide my pen as if by osmosis

[John the Baptist]

"When I step into the light, shed/the skin of a night's misspent labor>" Has the sound of passing on to a higher state after a difficult experience here. The last lines, however, tell us the words are being spoken to a specific individual, one who is, for reasons unstated, more remote than the stars. Love is a gamble.

[Ken e Bujold]

Thanks John. Indeed last lines are being spoken to a specific who. Left opened ended for reader to interpret. A lover lost, or a lover's reminder to not stray too far from the earthly space we are designed to inhabit

[emmajoygreen]

Gently said and a touch mysterious. Also, as you infer, the stars where and whenever, hold magic in their being. Sky-gazer me, searches for a billion answers to my million star-bright wishes!

A wistful write, gently laid.

[Ken e Bujold]

Thanks Em. Just a wistful (such an apt description) reminder: gaze up at the heavens, but never lose sight of the ground on which you reside

[emmajoygreen]

I promise, well past being starry eyed but then, dreams and stars make for touches of magic too.