bless the thistles I received today
the thorns they tell me how you feel
and finally I know how to proceed
bless the thistles here beside my bed
reminding me that I’m alone again
that we now walk on different roads
bless the thistles with their thorns
it’s like the rose that lost it’s love
with flowers soft like sweetest kiss
bless the thistle’s sweetest brush
it shows the way from solitude
and I will find myself a thistle girl
—
April 28, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
hope it’s not a real life poem…
in the first stanza tell would be the proper tense.
the thorns they tell me how you feel
or
the thorn tells me how you feel
might be something to try…
😉 not real at all. A little play with a picture I took a few years ago.
Btw I prefer the first version – thank you for correcting
np – glad it’s just a picture of some brambles.
This is a fun poem Bjorn
Thank you Sam
Love the picture and the sentiments of the poem. I have always liked thistles, but you just made them more beautiful.
I love the soft brush amid all the thorns… On thistle in Sweden is actually called “bridal brush”…
do like the sweet and sour of this…
Thank you 🙂