The Osage SageA Poem by Ken e Bujoldanother add to my poets' poet suite. Celebration of our own WB Munn W B Munn
There’s
this trick of the pen, his Plain
everyday prairie scrawl Across
the white-parched pages like Rain
dimpling Oklahoma dust
The
promise of wisdom Wrangled
from a clear-eyed persistence To
tell himself -- the stories Of
his time and kind
Boys
on the cusp of manhood, Men
looking back -- sometimes Regretful,
or chastened By
the hardtack lessons learned
Along
the banks of the Arkansas, Those
black-topped byways To
nowhere in particular -- Just
life about the margins
Among
the damned and the still Living
he’s lived amidst And
claimed as his own Testaments
to what’s worth remembering.
A
kind man, poet At
heart, I suspect He’s
grieved over more words Than
most -- but loved too
More
than most. The damned And
the still living He’s
lived amidst and Claimed
as his own.
Yes,
there’s this trick of the pen, This
plain prairie gumption To
write what’s right and Shouldn’t
be forgotten
Of the
hellbent nation He’s
loved, probably loathed At
times, but never given up on -- Like rain returning to the Oklahoma dust. Ken e Bujold © 2023 Ken e BujoldReviews
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4 Reviews Added on December 30, 2023 Last Updated on December 30, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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