despite the cumulonimbus
of your silence – a silver lining as
the sun streamed through in melodies
of sweet forgiveness, tempting me
despite the thunder far away
we hide together under the duvet
of ignorance and doubt
where we forgetfully can sleep
despite the heavy pitter-patter
the icy rain- mimicking the hail
of bitterness that’s guesswork
still untold like smell of lavender
despite the winds that’s blowing
ripping up the hedges ‘round your heart
we carefully caress each other
– our hands in latex gloves
despite that sun has abandoned us
in our northern hemisphere
togetherness in hibernation
waiting for the thaw of spring
Copyright Björn Rudberg
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October 29, 2013
It’s been a while since I linked up with Julia’s 100WCGU. A little poetry with some stark imagery. I will also link up with dVerse Open Link Night, opening up at 3PM EST. I dedicate this to the anti-bullying month – though just vaguely connected – I think I can still read in elements of anti-bullying in these words.
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Yes, how silence clouds a relationship…poignant imagery of the “hail of bitterness” (which can be melted by “sweet melodies of forgiveness”). Bittersweet and beautiful, Bjorn.
we hide together under the duvet
of ignorance and doubt
where we forgetfully can sleep…that encapsulates the story right there for me…silence can be so deadly as well and we mistake it for comfort and that all is well….
Despite the coming of winter with its cold and winds, sometimes it is good to have this time of hibernation (and time of reflection perhaps) as we wait for spring….which always brings its thaw and return to green! Thoughtful write today, Bjorn.
i can feel this… just broke free from a time of silence… and it def. has potential to kill…it’s a wall that is not easy to break and forgiveness is such a big key
we hide together under the duvet
of ignorance and doubt
where we forgetfully can sleep…wow powerful words.
” the cumuli nimbus
of your silence
we hide together under the duvet
of ignorance
the icy rain- mimicking the hail
of bitterness”
These images …. WOW
I specially like this part Bjorn :
togetherness in hibernation
waiting for the thaw of spring
Happy Tuesday ~
despite the thunder far away
we hide together under the duvet
of ignorance and doubt
where we forgetfully can sleep, these lines sum it up beautifully..yet they do not have to be negative, for sometimes the only remedy we have is to give comfort to ourselves and others..great write
This is a very lonely place. It is comforting, warm, and reassuring to snuggle when it’s cold outside, but when the cold permeates everything then, yes, you just want to sleep to forget and hope and pray for the thaw, hiding together, perhaps even from each other. This spoke to me:
“we hide together under the duvet
of ignorance and doubt
where we forgetfully can sleep”
Wonderful poem!
My favorite lines: “we hide together under the duvet
of ignorance and doubt”
Cheers!
Autumn and winter long dark nights do make us long for hibernation! I also really like the second stanza Björn.
A loving hibernation until Spring would be a great ambition to realise.
A lovely idea.
Silence is for meditation, not communication. Silence & I have never been bedfellows. Face things, work through them, keeping respectful, yet relentless pursuit of the emotional culprit that caused the rift. A terrific piece, Bjorn; pushed my buttons for sure.
You use metaphors so masterfully and beautifully to create your realities for us.
incredibly strong images, Björn – love it
aw gee, I was hoping to hibernate and forget it all. thanks to your call of reality, I will not sleep quite so deeply…after all, there is work to be done, poems to write, beds to make. I love your imagery here, Bjorn.
This has such a powerful thread running through it… you can feel the love and the melancholy moving down the page. Really lovely.
despite the thunder far away
we hide together under the duvet
of ignorance and doubt
where we forgetfully can sleep
This hit me right at home. Silence hurts us and we wish to shout!
Your poem here is powerful my friend. Thank you for writing this incredible poem.
I realized too late that the connection to bullying but then I re-read it and thought that the silence is certainly almost as bad as the bullying
I love the way you’ve described this relationship through weather metaphors… well done!
This is beautiful Bjorn.
Very real write, Bjorn. I can relate on several levels.
This is just packed with marvelous tropes, Bjorn. I reread it so I could quote one I liked the best and couldn’t really come up with just one. You’ve created a mood to accompany the photos.
Silence is a form of bullying, ignoring someone wears them down. It’s cruel and unusual, yes. Your imagery is so stark and full of shadows…
Brilliant, the “hiding under the duvet….where we forgetfully can sleep”. Great write, Bjorn. A lot of awareness in this poem.
you are going from strength to strength in your poetry. This is something to be unwrapped slowly. I can see the influence of the lack of sunshine is a heavy burden on emotional ties.
Bjorn, this is powerful on many levels the second stanza really hits but, these lines, the sun streamed through in melodies
of sweet forgiveness, tempting me hooked me…
A little hiding away can be good at ones bay. But too much silence not so much
Very nice. Loved the imagery & the use of all the senses. 🙂
Lonely, Lovely, and quiet. I love it!
A desolate image created… but when you have a companion with you, there is that bright light keeping you sane and alive.
Great writing… 🙂
That careful caress with latex gloves really got to me… And the state of hibernation in general, the thought of months of darkness is always depressing (I suffer a bit from SAD).
Love the ‘untold smell of lavender’ and the hesitation after being hurt, but there’s nothing like the warmth of another body to thaw the us..
I loved the “untold smell of lavender”…you’ve captured how a scent can trigger emotions and yet be somehow elusive at the same time.
silence…forgiveness…and if possible “FORGET”,
then hibernate with time to heal,
remove those latex gloves
check out rebirth of the whole northern hemisphere, come sweet spring.
50 years since I heard howling of winter winds I LIKE your poem…NOT howling cold winds
As we approach the dark silence of winter this hits home emotionally and environmentally. Well done my friend, well done!
This lovely, powerful….especially when read aloud.
Yea, and despite the fact all these we see and experience, we still remain and function with each! Good thought…
under the duvet indeed. her comes winter
Your metaphors are so well conceived, Bjorn–they create the mood and reinforce the message.
Ugh..you make me appreciate Florida…
I love the Sun..more than anything..I see….
Well done! Wonderful use of imagery to create hard to define emotions.
Some wonderful metaphors here Bjorn. There are a few corrections I could suggest; the most serious is that thunderclouds are cumulonimbus (one word). The others are mainly because of singular/plural clashes in subject and verb – something Swedish doesn’t have … smiles
Ah.. me and English… the cumulonimbus is corrected at least 🙂
Your English is infinitely better than my Swedish … smiles
“under the duvet of ignorance and doubt” . . . great line and amazing write.
caressing each other with hands in latex gloves…that says so much. There’s so much distance in this. Great write!
Silence can be misconstrued and it begets more tension if not brought out in the open. Bullies thrive if others are meek. Nicely Bjorn!
Hank
Very interesting write.Silence is sometimes a way to avoid conflict,
sometimes a response escalates an already deteriorated circumstance! …our hands in latex gloves …kit gloves? or caregivers gloves? Great lines in here…even if you subconsciously related to bullying.
“we hide together under the duvet
of ignorance and doubt”
Silence – it often isn’t as comforting as we would like to think. At best it is usually a grudging acceptance. Very interesting (I’m getting around very late to last week’s Open Link Night)