on keyboard dancing fingertips
that rip apart my silent dreams
accountants shred their paperwork
~ cold wind blows through open doors ~
as headlines state the memberships
for gangs of street-assailant teens
who sing in organ plastered words
This is the first time I link to Poetry Jam. I liked the thought of a bridge poetry. I tried for some slanted rhyme between stanza 1 & 3.
June 18, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
As an accountant i am always shreeding paperwork, this is very perceptive and quite brilliant.
Thank you Alan
Very deep poem, I find that some things in life must be shredded while others are to be preserved.
but do we always choose the right balance sheet to shred?
That’s the problem, knowing the right thing to shred and what not to! 😦
you did a great job with the Puente…. I loved it!!paper fluttering in the winds!!
Thank you. 🙂
I am enjoying these Puente(s) so far. Why is it that we sometimes have the feelings people are shredded rather than papers?
Good question… maybe it’s easier.. and once the shredder has been run.. we cannot mend..
hmmm you have me wondering a bit at the second verse…the paper shredding we have enough of that is for sure…destroy the evidence….smiles….the street gangs are on the rise here because of the acceptance///community….they dont get at home…
I was more reflecting on what’s on the news.. (the cold wind)… where these things meet.
We have ‘shred days’ here so that people can bring bins of paperwork to a central location to shred, sparing their personal shredders. And quicker! I enjoyed your use of form here, Bjorn.
What an inspiring topic.. I can clearly see the importance in life of shredding.
a nice one … 🙂
Thank you 🙂
So happy to see you at Poetry Jam, Bjorn.
Love the visual and symbolism of shredding paper… great use of the form. = )
Thank you Laurie.. it was an intriguing form..
Oh Puente! Great job! Penned beautifully!
your bridge verse is intense, luv it. Thanks for stopping by my blog
much love…
I love the “dancing fingertips that rip apart my silent dreams.” Cool.
I like this bridge poem. It says a lot.
Loved that bridge line, gave me chills! And paper shredding does as well, the US has such lovely stories to go with it…;-)
I love the bridge line, especially, Bjorn–powerful writing, as always.
Liked this one a lot..shredding is necessary to move on in life or else we get stuck in the past ..:)
it used to be so silent when done with scissors.
too many appliances and gadgets disturbing dreams. my pet-hate is lawnmowers. At least shredders don’t stink.
You bridged it!
Interesting topic. Why do wel feel we have to shred everything these days. People used to keep everything. 🙂 Susan
This is brilliant —
I had never heard of Poetry Jam before – so thank you for introducing us to the site and the Puente form. I’m inspired to give it a try!
The cold wind blowing through open doors – wow.
All the best to you–
Your second stanza could not be more perfect. Really, in this hard world, it could be the refraining “bridge” on an epic.
Brilliant verses and love this form!!
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