embedded in my hardened heart
in folds of leather – memories
stars have died and just a sickle moon
cross my cheap synthetic velveteen
a canvas of regrets – embroidered
with your dying sunbeams, reflected
in that silent mirror by your bed
the unwritten wisdom that I’ve burned
Heart by Susie McMahon
At Real Toads of imaginary gardens, Grace challenge us to write poems inspired be the dolls of Susie McMahon.
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May 10, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
To me this is so sad, filled with so much longing… *sigh* But, of course, beautiful as well… You really know how to tug at those heart strings! Underbart!
Thank you 🙂 the dolls really pulled my heartstrings… 🙂
This poem is quite dark, Bjorn. Burning unwritten wisdom — hmmm — there has to be a reason for that. A powerful piece.
I read a lot of sadness in that face.. yes regrets we all have.. and sometimes there are just a gloomy day…
I like how you painted the hardened heart- leather, regrets , embroidered with dying sunbeams ~ Perhaps we grow wiser when we are burned ~
Thanks for participating with Real Toads Bjorn ~ Wishing you Happy Weekend ~
That is a hope.. sometimes we do.. sometimes we wither… 🙂 I love these weekend challenges…
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Yikes. At least the wisdom still reflects despite all. Very painful loss, even if self made. I felt that sadness in the dolls too.
A heart of leather is so terribly sad. A very poignant poem. Thanks. Bjorn. K.
It’s especially interesting to me that you brought in the stars because as far as I can see they are not in this work but I too chose this piece and brought stars into my response as well. Interesting huh?!
To me the idea of unwritten wisdom says so much Bjorn, I liked that your words gave me much to reflect on.
Heartwrenching words and image.
The image is so magnetic.The words speak to me of remorse and missed opportunities. Very effective. 🙂
Bjorn, This was dark with many layers of meaning. Perfect picture for it.—Susan
This is an excellent interpretation of the sculpture: the leathery heart and the poignant memories stored within.
that flickering hope of unwritten wisdom might sustain…..
When we are all kids, we have such an innocent heart and as we grow that innocence is lost down somewhere………..
I found the wording and rhytm to be very striking, almost like a dark incantation transmuting into a mixture of wisdom and warning, at the end.
Many thanks.. some days dark words just keep coming.
This art piece did seem to pool in melancholy or perhaps self truth….such a well penned piece
Sadness and regret… and the shame that comes when we destroy something that could have been so much.
Canvas of regrets, unwritten wisdom … incredibly sad. Lovely write.
you do free-verse as well as you do form poetry (and from what I’ve read so far you do that pretty damn well). I like the symmetry in your conviction here – the dying stars, the dying sunbeams, the hardening of heart and yet the toughness of leather and the reflections – one thing giving way to another less-impressive thing, but equally strong in its own way, like happiness into pain or sadness.