I.
Crushed by a boot
the marigold’s nectar
will never feed the bees.
II.
Rain flushed through
drainpipes
will school the one-finned fish.
III.
After turning up the heat –
brimstone acid
burns both leaves and lungs.
IV
In the shadow of a tree
a fawn is waiting
for the doe at gunpoint.
V
I scribble poetry
on paper heartbeats
from a dying forest.
Still life with game by Andre Derain
I was so inspired by Grace’s ecopoetry prompt at dVerse so I had to write a second one. Just five little stones to put humanity in nature. Come join us and write your own.
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January 26
Björn Rudbergs writings 
You were definitely inspired!
Whew. Number V wraps the ones preceding in a tender, painful bow. Those “paper heartbeats” haunt me.
Each one is a gem Bjorn ~ Love the use of ‘school” and the writing on paper, heartbeats of dying forest ~
This really does come at us from all angles or or gunpoints! Very powerful.
I don’t cry easily but these are pushing me to the edge. Something about the shorter forms…a sharp, piercing to the heart.
This is lovely! Especially love this one:
I scribble poetry
on paper heartbeats
from a dying forest.
Beautifully penned 🙂
Wow! Way to bring your message home! Especially the fawn waiting for the doe, and the paper heartbeats from a dying forest. Absolutely fantastic writing, my friend.
Beautiful!
I am really feeling #3. Having heaters running is destroying my lungs. 2 and 4 are my favorites.
Love that title and sometimes the fewer the words the bigger the punch. These all are strong punches!
Great write, Björn – I love the spareness of it, very powerful
Those five little stones really pack a punch. Nice pay on words with “school” the one-finned fish.
And a second, very well done! We leave for Bermuda on Saturday. Will live there, in St. George, for the months of February and March. Have you been? It is a series of connected islands, 23 miles long and 2.5 miles at the widest. There is no natural source of water there — other than the sea surrounding it. It was an uninhabited island when discovered….so no “indigenous” people. The amazing and beautiful white “ribbed” roofs are used to direct rainfall through their maze and down a drain into an underground container — below each building/house. Their rainwater is then pumped into the house for drinking water, bathing, etc. Quite an amazing system! And yes, we drink the water….
It sounds divine… but I have never visited a place like that… but we did use to collect rainwater, if not for drinking at least for washing….
All good, but it appears I’m in good company when I say this was inspired.
‘I scribble poetry
on paper heartbeats
from a dying forest’.
I could just eat that for pudding!
A thoughtful, wonderfully rendered piece … and that title: brilliant!
five bullets with stunning imagery…
“Crushed by a boot
the marigold’s nectar
will never feed the bees.”
I fould this one soooo sad!