Love's Denouement

To die 

just before her last breath leaves 

me free to welcome 

her to my arms 

again. 

Ken e Bujold 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You have earned a wow from me. This is rather special. I think she would say that too. Very nice Ken.

Chris

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks Chris. She in question also likes, though question remains if her reason for last breath will be clubbing me over head with baseball bat :)

[DIVYA]

The poem is stunning in its expression of abiding love. To be wanting to be there always, here and beyond speaks of the kind of love that never runs out. Its springs from boundlessly, deep spiritual wellsprings. A love in which death does not part. Beautifully written Ken!

[emmajoygreen]

One should always remember and cherish.. and thus, perhaps, feel time is any time.

A beautiful sadness here, sir.

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks em. Not so sad as wistful, at least for me. M & I approaching that point in life where discussion of who goes first comes up from time to time. I always say me first. Logically and selfishly. I am older of the two, and a guy, one who has lived hard and fast by rules at times, so actuarial tables say I am the more likely to dive into the dirt first. And selfishly, because I don't like to dwell on being without her. So if i go, just seconds earlier, I can be there waitng when she wanders back to my arms, :)

ken

[emmajoygreen]

Your above finishing words are immensely caring.. pass the tissues.. and yes, 'wistful' is a better word, sir.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and in the afterlife...let's hope we can embrace our loved ones once again.
Beautiful words.
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

This is so exquisitely formed, overtones I see of Pound and Lawrence and H.D. and Neruda and even some Emily mixed in but mostly the interior life of Bujold.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

was thinking Chinese Po at time, which is influence of EP is suppose. Neruda and HD, can think of much worse company to keep. Thanks for kind words W
Ken

[willweb]

What a thought, how totally romantic is this. Nicely said my friend.

[Ken e Bujold]

thats me my friend. Old romance incarnate

[Vol]

Ken...
Hmmm, I am 74 years old and am having trouble relating to how close I am to the end, and find death a theme I must return to much more often than I would like... I am just E. Pluribus Unum... a nothing face in a faceless crowd. Not haunted, must disbelieving... And there are SO MANY there already with arms open...

[Ken e Bujold]

So many for all of us Vol. Thanks for dropping in to read