I looked straight into
those limitless eyes
falling soundlessly
bending to her ways
but as the dusty lane
through the grain-field ends
she parts – smilingly
walking east
I walk west
along the muddy water
of stygian regrets
carrying my case
of unwritten manuscripts
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Linked to Brenda’s Sunday Whirl and to Real Toads Open Link
August 10, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
and adding yet one more to the briefcase as you walk away, eh?
smiles.
there are many manyscripts in that case.
Nice visuals.
Vivid tale with just enough mystery to capture the reader’s attention,
Elizabeth
There’s a touch of mystery in yours too. 😀
Mythology grabs me every time. “Stygian regrets” — awesome! I guess I should have anticipated that the narrator would walk west in this one.
How many such encounters and partings do we have in our lives…countless. They are merely lessons learned but not in the schoolroom.
Bjorn, Life involves many such regrets for most of us. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
The truth that we carry our unwritten work around with us struck me
forcibly. Bravo for the wordling.
the burden of leaving a loved one behind can be rather heavy,… wouldnt it be better if you went east too!! no luggage then! 🙂
I can see you, trudging!
The goodbye…always leaves so many unheard stories. My bag is quite heavy with unwritten ones 🙂
So many things yet unsaid and undone, like’s like that…..
Stygian regrets sound like the heaviest kind…i often wonder if we should physically carry our manuscripts or follow what may guide them..in our head or where she wanders to the east
nice, sweet and I really like the case full of unwritten MSs
What a beauty to shine on us right after the First Harvest. Words, living and loving that works so naturally. One walking east, the other west… away from each other, but never quite separate. For the east without west would be unbalanced.
clever you, writing to given words as if they were your own choice.
Oh yes, I live and feel your words completely!
This is an innovative approach to the theme of life’s journey. Beautiful image in word and picture.
Wistfully beautiful.
I felt the separation more keenly thanks to the details… east, west, baggage. I felt. You succeeded,
What a riddle, Bjorn! Unwritten manuscripts, parallel lives, but how you know that west is west? 🙂 ~ Thanks for joining my blog, welcome, feel as at home xx
Good thing she left so we can have the poems written and at hand!
Poetry I think is one long love song, between the mind and the heart or the heart and the art or between a lover and all of his/her loves. Great Spanish feel here, well influenced by the theme. Now about those unwritten manuscripts, nice that you have so much work still to do, hmmmm?
the songs in my head
also unwritten manuscripts
only i hear them
cheers
JzB
Since she smiles, I imagine another meeting.
And before that meeting those manuscripts will be written.
Then when they meet he can read his sweet nothings to her.
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