I’ve walked these passages before, the passages and corridors you’ve sent me to explore. My sanity I’ve found behind a door, that’s painted blue. The door you guided me to find. The brass knob burns, burns in that anxiety of brightest sunshine of deceit, deceit you left like persian rugs, caked with semen from your lovers. Before you opened up that trap-door to your abyss, to what’s beneath, to brimstone screams so far from Morpheus’ blessings, so far from your volcanic lava streams of passion. Not even leatherstraps that tie me to my bed can stop me from the fall. The fall into that reeking tar-pit of your smile.
I thought that once again I try to write prose verse. This time trying to write the feelings of a yet undreamed nightmare. I will link it to dVerse OLN (opens at 3PM EST) and Visdare. Thank you for the wonderful picture Angela.
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February 17, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
rough and honest…i love the blue door,
Thank you.. blue sounded like the brutal truth.
i thought this was an amazing portrayal of what it is to be betrayed!
you write wonderfully!
stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
Thank you…. I wanted to bring that nightmarish feeling across.. This could just as well be fears as they show up in a nightmare.
Once again you’ve used comparisons most effectively to bring your piece about a lover betrayed to life. Very well done, Bjorn
Thank you.. I think this is a style of writing that suits me.
that is a bit of delicious madness eh? the slow reveal of the passion in this or…the leather straps…it def has nightmare, but is not completely given over to them….
These kind of nightmares I have had… for no reason whatsoever.. It’s also inspired be the dreams of Toro in “the windup bird chronicles”… fascinating book.
A nightmare for some could be a passionate evening of psychotic bliss for another; very strong prose poem; love the internal rhymes that found their way in. /the fall into the reeking tar pit of your smile./ is a boffo closure for this one, brother–by the way, I will review RYMDINVASION I LAPPLAND soon over on Horribly Hooched; thanks for the tip.
Thank you Glenn, I really focused on the rhythm here.. and i think there are som iambs hidden… I have never seen Rymdinvasion in Lappland.. but it’s supposed to be hillariously bad…
Dark themes here Bjorn ~She’s a devilish one to play this game with you ~
Ah.. the womens of my nightmares are..
Amazing, Bjorn… even though she sounds like she needs to be thrown out with that semen-laden rug.
Thankfully you wake up to a reality much better.
oh my goodness… the madness felt here… works so well with the pic…a nightmare indeed… leather straps and semen from her other lovers… dark…ha…well played
Thank you.. I think nightmares are a good theme for poetry… hmmm.. I have dreamt similar dreams actually..
Very nightmarish atmosphere! You certainly succeeded in painting a dark and chilling scene. I am glad I do not have this kind of bad dreams!
I think you should… they can be quite chilling…
The last two lines are masterful!
Thank you 🙂
Oof, this one packs a punch… really vivid imagery and painful message… she sounds like one to stay away from…except in your dreams.
Sir! Striking indeed! That reeking tar pit of a smile… oh I know that one… but the ride can be one that is let go, and the ticket stub remains in your pocket, a memory. Could be empowering just when you need it the most. Nice work.
Oh, the Abyss word! It just keeps calling…last lines , snap! Tar pit smile, leatherstraps…oh this darkness, is intoxicating.
Well, this is definitely on the dark side this week!! Imagery I won’t soon forget.
Wow! That’s some lust and really dark passion. I’d say you nailed that one!
Oooh, yes, that’s some nightmare! Funnily enough, I too had a very different kind of nightmare as inspiration for this week’s poem… but yours is sulphuric!
This creates a feeling of helplessness and an inability to escape. Tar pit smile… now that’s a sticky trap.
Bleak but beautifully done.
Dark and amazing!
Whew…stark imagery and felt emotion! Strong write!
You captured that painful moment very artfully. This aches me to read. Well done.
Wow, talk about an ambivalent passion!! Your words pull us through this imagery like a bullet. Really liked this a lot.
So interesting that you mentioned “Morpheus” in this because my first thought upon looking at that picture was The Matrix. You nailed the nightmare theme in this one.
whew. lurid and engrossing. that closing sentence is killer – exactly what it feels like ~
great work. love the spoken style and uninhibited images
great portrait of betrayal…really love the ending.
some wickedly dark imagery Bjorn,
and i agree with many above; that last line is killer!
I must try this form of poetry. This was blunt, brutal and yet still poetic – I hope it stays fantasy, rather than reality.
Raw and powerful with strong imagery.
Empurpled prose verse. This gal’s packing quite a rug.
call me a freak but that sounds like a good time f… leather straps? hell yeah! Persian rug caked with old semen? HELL YE… wait, not so much… ha
The essential build up of suspense is just great – smiles.
Those are some powerful metaphors, Bjorn!
I like the prose. It seems to allow the passionate anger to come through so well here. I’m glad the nightmare is yet undreamed.
This is wonderful poetic prose. Your imagery is quite rich.
Enjoyed the imagery, of course, and the smooth flow of the verse. So well done, Bjorn.
Love this in all its darkness. Great imagery.
I like this, so powerful and honest the reader can feel a sense of purity that lies behind the dark emotions. Cheers!
“A yet undreamed nightmare” – great description! Feels like that line was still a part of the poem 🙂
Prose poetry is always refreshing to the eye. It gets one to be in the act of reading more intently. Wonderful write Bjorn!
Hank
Ouch..sounds like a dark horse of a lover…
Certainly a nightmare..not worth remembering..
but never the less..
a picture ya painted here to remember…
perhaps in a dream..2..not so worth
remembering..but still
i remember…
memo
ries…
Wow…just wow. Your dark thoughts continue to find secret hiding places.
Your words create visuals that jump out of the madness! 🙂
thats a nice way to say about a smile……….. lovely words taped……..
when a writer captures the reader from the first line to the last – they are special – you my friend are that
I’m enchanted as I am frightened. Kul att höra din röst! Jag gillar när poeter läser sina egna ord.
Translation: Fun to hear your voice. I like it when a poet reads his own words. Björn and I are both Swedish. Gives me a little chance to practice a rusty mother tongue…
Tina @ Life is Good
Am speechless with admiration once again Bjorn!You weave such dark imagery yet it holds one enthralled !Loved this!
Dark, Dark, Dark….nightmarishly scary. But haunting nonetheless.
Lady Nyo
Wow. Dark but so good. Well done.