a summer’s day can be a tender kiss
when smiling blackbirds sing from thicket’s caves
but when the chainsaw screams and timber crash
this sudden death in May erase my crave
when sawdust sprinkle moss like burning tears
of dying forest spruce – I search in vain
for sweet embrace of summer’s yearning care
exhaust fumes quench as perfumed fragrance faint
when burning asphalt toast my tired feet
and cawing crows are liver-picking us
I sit a-resting my exhausted wit
as summer sunshine dies to dripping dusk
and so once more – with wine we celebrate
our bitter chalice of barbiturate
I could not avoid trying a sonnet with slanted rhymes for dVerse.
Really an enjoyable prompt.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Hey Bjorn–you use the slant rhymes so effectively here as you have a very serious subject matter, which could possibly derailed with all straight rhymes–works super well. (Agh– awful how the world is going –and so quickly–) Thanks. k.
I found the challenge interesting – I find that serious subjects are sometimes handled better in a soft voice
the poem reminds me of these lines of Wordsworth :
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plans,
Have I not reason to lament
What Man has made of Man?
it seems you’re on a writing spree…nice lines…
Ah.. what nice lines.. yes I really find things sad.. especially in times of beauty..
Why did I giggle at the end of this too familiar sadness? So many new images, so many, wow. And yet, as I sit here productively thanks to years of anti-depressants, I laughed at your final couplet. How many are we? And the pills are due to privilege of a sort.
Indeed.. But so sad for the reason for those pills.
when sawdust sprinkle moss like burning tears
of dying forest spruce…. it’s sad that more and more forests disappear… the climate is already upside down enough – and we just make it worse with cutting down trees
A very sad relief that people cease to read.. so soon there will be no need for paper… maybe our ignorance will save the trees..
nice…some solid imagery with feeling in this…and yeah…what a strong close on this…nice enviro message though…if only more heard it…
A grim message, but necessary I think.
A slanted sonnet: very cool. You write slant rhyme so well and the form, I think, lends itself to the prickling emotional contrasts throughout the piece.
I love the slant rhymes in sonnet form ~ My favorite parts are the third stanza and ending couplet ~ Effortlessly done Bjorn ~
Sad subject today. Hardly a day goes by here that you don’t hear the sound of buildings going up. I sometimes wonder where all the water will come from to supply them. There’s a shortage now. —Susan
Wow…this is so good.