Light in Flight

See how the dawn yawns, arches to 

begin a day’s flight? The sun rises? 

Like a single minded annulus being dipped 

into iced confection, every morning 

I draw ink from a life’s well, stir senses 

to what might be a baker’s tardy tart 

scrounged from a dozen left over lines. A poem, 

this poem, my opening bid to hand 

of solitary whist, making hay from chaff 

being scattered to four winds dark reveries, 

the single minded crochet of a pen 

racing against time, sun’s dismissive review. 

Though I am of the world, the world 

only waits so long for the spilled ink to dry.  

Long before I am finished, the day will fade, 

summon it’s thoughts to moon’s serendipitous tides. 

See how the dawn yawns? The day already 

slipping away. Light in flight from my indolent lines.   

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes, to capture that moment in such a way that Morning herself would blush with delight.

[Shweta]

This poem grips you in the gut.

I loved this write Mr. Ken. Going about in circles yet creating something new..lol a poets life one must say. Enjoyed reading and rereading it to the core! Thanks for voicing it out and putting it out here..

[Ken e Bujold]

glad you enjoyed the poem Shwetz. Yes going in circles is as good a description as any of a poet's existence.

[Perdition]

Good God man...Have mercy on us secant-minded writers that have to contend with your "single-minded annulus"! This is that well-known and timeless reminder that it takes more than just the ritual of commitment to break through and even then this world, which mirrors our circular state of being may decide not to spin in your particular direction. I think it's why I mostly write for my own amusement and let in whoever wishes to be let in, so long as they know their own platitudes from intransigents on this particular roundabout.

I wondered why the question marks, but then I just faded off into the amazing lines. Truly, I am never let down by your poetry Ken. Just amazed at how you take by the throat these things which are normally ignored for sanity's sake and somehow turn them into the main attraction. Wonderful!!

[Ken e Bujold]

Once again in debt to my eyeballs for your smashing pumpkin of a review. Reason for question marks, simply to make readers ask why. as for annulus, well I was eating a donut at the moment the idea for this line popped into my head, but thought thats too dull, doughy of a line, and toroid, my initial thought lacked a syllable which for some godly reason disqualified it from further consideration.

ps thanks for bumping up the reviews. either you been spilling on the sheets again, or really really really like this poem LOL

ken

[Perdition]

Well, it cuts to the center of that question all writers wonder and the circular nature of our existence takes it even one step further but mostly I think I am indebted to a donut and why not of all things..lol. No..this is a treasure and I don't keep a library but if I did, this one would top the list. Seriously, quite the profound donut, and I'm always amazed how a simple syllable or the tiniest preposition can ruin a life.

[Perdition]

Good God man...Have mercy on us secant-minded writers that have to contend with your "single-minded annulus"! This is that well-known and timeless reminder that it takes more than just the ritual of commitment to break through and even then this world, which mirrors our circular state of being may decide not to spin in your particular direction. I think it's why I mostly write for my own amusement and let in whoever wishes to be let in, so long as they know their own platitudes from intransigents on this particular roundabout.

I wondered why the question marks, but then I just faded off into the amazing lines. Truly, I am never let down by your poetry Ken. Just amazed at how you take by the throat these things which are normally ignored for sanity's sake and somehow turn them into the main attraction. Wonderful!!

[Betty Hermelee]

I like the metaphor with the fruit,which can last more then sunset to dawn, which may, in fact, give you an idea for a poem... but time flies and some of us cannot compose so quickly.... one sees the fruit, the tart, but to conceive a poem is much more difficult....well done Ken
Warmly, B

[Neville]

my word sir .. you have such a canny way with them .. and while I applaud you, my thesaurus adores you .. N :)

[Lorry]

But is it any easier for a masrmter chef to use his or her ingredients than a poet use theirs?
I was going to stretch that to the complexities of making a day, but thought better of it, as I would suspect it is more difficult to conceive an orange than it is to find a rhyme for it, and then he had to come up with an assortment of fruits to fill up a greengrocers and make it worth them having a shop themselves.
And that's just one small thing off their to do list, which must be about the same as coming up with a good line for a poem, with the assortment of fruits maybe being a verse!
I wonder if God creates the day as it goes or has then ready ordered and in place. If the former, that leads to another question of... Does he start off each new sunrise at the kitchen table trying to find his face with the coffee cup, whilst still in his undercrackers and vest?
I do hope that doesn't ruin tomorrow's dawn for you Ken. 🙄

[Ken e Bujold]

not at all! it is undoubtedly going to rattle around in my head and eventually become a poem. what a crackling idea, god in his undercrackers and vest looking for a purpose to his day in a cup of joe. only question is it decaf?

[Lorry]

Well, as one who had to abstain from real coffee for a while earlier this year, I would suggest no, as decaff, even for this guy who knows next to nothing about religion, is the devil's own spawn. 😊
There was indeed a point in my day where I wondered if breathing normally was actually worth the suffering it brought to my day, which is only easy to say now that I can indeed actually breathe without long covid deciding I was surplus to requirements! 😊
It attacked my gut and left lung, rather bizzarely. But not as bizarre as knowing you could fel which lung was working every time you breathed.
And on top of that, the docs suggested a new diet, involving fruit! They said if I wanted to live longer... but I came to the conclusion that it only feels longer without coffee and what very soon became known as something that rhymes with bucking fruit!
So in brief summation, I'm not a fan of decaff! 😊

[Ken Simm.]

What a use of metaphor. For time. And time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
Excellent write.

[AYVID N]

Time never stops for anyone. The day is always in a hurry to close on us. This was unique and beautiful to read and think upon.

[Ken e Bujold]

Thank you D. Hope all is well in your world