O can you hear as flowers boo
in a sordid smell of sorrow
your loneliness, a pesticide
of a withering tomorrow
O can you feel the blades that cut
in the words that are too mellow
hear heaviness of growing doubt
as she’s met another fellow
As words are lost and colors gone
your world is heavy with the emptiness
of words that’s lost
of words that’s left
O can you reach those sulphur songs
that syncopate her leaving
in rhythm of some muted drums
as it emphasise your grieving
O can you smell the stickiness
of the blood that’s slowly dripping
the cut is deep, you go to sleep
I see you slowly slipping
As words are lost and colors gone
your world is heavy with the emptiness
of words that’s lost
of words that’s left
of words that’s left
Untitled by Zdislav Beksinski
Trifecta word is to use the word boo in the third meaning. Which is the verb to boo. I created a little ballad. If anyone feel like putting a melody to this I have even included a refrain.
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October 28, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I really love hearing your voice read your words. So many good words here, so many emotions tangled up, so many hearts broken.
*sigh*
I wanted to write in metaphors and darkness.. at the same time as I experiment with form…
There is almost nothing I like better than to hear someone read aloud (and if its their work…swoon). I haven’t listened to one if yours until today. Such impact, even greater when read. “O can you smell the stickiness
of the blood that’s slowly dripping
the cut is deep, you go to sleep
I see you slowly slipping”
Thank you Gina.. yes it’s fun to read the poetry.. great training too, and I actually find errors as I read them…
Oh Björn. Another wow. I can’t wait to re-read and re-read this poem. Love the use of the prompt word; in fact, love the use of all the words!
Thank you.. this was fun.. boo is such a sad word.. and when even the flowers boo.. it’s melancholy.
I agree, the sound makes it better. I can almost see and hear the flowers boo.
To hear you read this ! Wow ! A very emotional poem and I loved every line..clearly one of your best
Thank you.. reading it on a microphone is good for editing it..
This is the perfect poem for dark October nights. (I wish I could sit in my own withering garden and read this again, if not for the cold.) Haunting, and beautiful work, Bjorn.
Beautiful, Bjorn. Just beautiful.
Ohh, so much more lovely to hear your beautiful words! I really love your voice and the way you read it, I never like my own voice when I read aloud… but it does helps in finding errors! And great use of the prompt, too…
Beautiful ! I like to hear your voice reading it too.
Such melancholy! The strong rhythm deepens the underlying sorrow of those fickle words – always leaving, always lost.
Rocking the recording, too, Björn!
Beautiful writing once again Björn! A treasure to read.
Oh Bjorn,your poetry is sublime!I just wanted to go on reading and tasting,devouring these soul searing words-what beauty,what rhythm!Hats off to you my friend!
I loved hearing your voice. Very melancholic, I will be back to read again.
Sulphur words. Wow. There’s a lot to love here, Bjorn. I, too, enjoyed hearing you read. Thanks so much for linking up.
Truly delicious sorrow felt here! Thanks so much for sharing.