Owl

Always this whisper,

supposition of voice cries

out who -- you you you …

 

Time swirl, eddy and

whorl, inflection of language

only two tongues knew …

 

When I hear I love

you I hear the rhythm of

my own heart beating …

 

You you you. You you … 

Ken e Bujold 

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

I simply love this beautiful ode to love Ken. Full to bursting in such a small space. And I love owls. Two tawneys were calling to each other last night in my garden and last week I caught a glimpse of a Little Owl just arrived back and catching moths. Lovely work.

[Einstein Noodle]

a beautiful little love poem ... when one knows ... we know eh!? seems an endless owl's journey of who who who .. but ... when we know ... we know :)
E.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Move over Keats, Bujold is in da house!

[redd Brick Keshner]

Like an echo reverberating. The owl hooting might be the tail end of those whispers.

[Ken e Bujold]

now what fun i could have riffing on the tail. enjoy your weekend friend

[Chris Shaw]

A love poem and a good one Ken. Some brevity from you and yet it has some lasting impact. Nice.

Chris

[Ken e Bujold]

glad you enjoyed the old tom's ode to the hooting owl. have a great weekend chris

[Chris Shaw]

You too Ken .

[W. Barrett Munn]

This sounds like the curse of feeling unworthy, with its supposition of voice cries out who. The self-doubt of love is the most difficult to accept.

Winston

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

wow. this reminds me od E.A poe's poetry. and he is my favorite poet

[willweb]

I guess we pretty much know who "who" is here. : ) Short, simple and sweet. This love poem is a real hoot. : )