54 responses to “just like the badger – for dVerse”

1. Cool poem. I think the badger likes it. He or she has an approving look on his/her face.

   • Thank you .. 🙂

2. Something a bit tragic about missing a place, yet knowing that it is no longer home.

   • There are those instances, when the roots are not yet firm in a new place.

3. Bjorn, I liked your poem. I’m glad some wild animals can still roam free. I never saw the sea (Pacific Ocean) until a trip to California. I was raised in Ohio where there is only Lake Erie. I never ate shrimp until I was in high school. 🙂 —Susan

   • Were I live there are badgers, foxes, hares and deer, and of course birds and squirrels.. But I rarely meet mr Badger 🙂

4. knowing where your home is, is important…
   though at times i do pine for other places…and of those places we once called home….i used to live by the beach…it was one of my fav places…

   • I sometimes finds the greenery suffocating.. and the possibility to gaze at the horizon… that I miss.

5. I too miss the sea . . . OMG I love badgers. :0)

   • there is something about the breeze I miss..

6. I love the ending of home but this part really sparkles for me:

   the salty breeze from open seas
   horizons and an open sky
   the silver-roads across the sea
   I miss the black water, where
   seaweed slowly dances with my feet

   • If you feel close to something — you love it the more

7. Since I know the area you come from, I can see why you’d miss it. It is just beautiful. I have never lived by the sea but if I had I am sure I’d miss the salty sea breeze too, that and the blue choppy waters.

   • Yes the trees here have they beauty.. but they can never beat a free horizon.

8. i really loved the vivid of the moon and the night.

   enjoyed this piece!

   stacy lynn mar
   http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

   • Thank you stacy,, hope you join up later 🙂

9. Badgers are so cute… made me think of when I was little, I went on a trip to the beach… I couldn’t swim, but my mom let me go in the water… was great until I stepped in something slimy… ha, it’s great to know where your home is, a lil piece of your heart will always be there.

   • I have learnt to love the sliminess and the smooth dance of the sea-weed…

10. I encounter these little guys from time-to-time on a couple of the golf courses here in Reno. Not exactly cuddly and if I hit a ball in the water near where they are hanging out, I’m not about to retrieve it!

    • Yes I have heard it too.. and I don’t want one of their dens under our house either…

11. Well done Bjorn. I liked your use of the badger as duende. >KB

    • we had a good talk, me and badger. — but we never badgered

      • Smiles…

12. very Zen, be the badger; but remember they are also dangerous, same family as wolverines; which you many not have in Sweden. Like you, I love a good hike in the forest, up into the foothills in our many active mountains in the NW, the Ring of Fire; but monthly, the wife & I must travel back the sea, 100 miles west, to suck up those ocean vibes, and Yes, to look off into the Pacific horizon, toward Hawaii, toward Japan. Heading to the beach next week actually.

    • Oh, yes.. we kept our distance… he might have thought me dangerous too…

13. I love this poem about you and the badger……..and home.

    • the badger can tell you a lot..

14. Home can be many places. Beautiful poem.

    • Thank you.. yes indeed.. home is were your heart is.

15. Awwww….this poem is cute…and I love this poem and the badger is incredibly cute. 🙂 Well done my friend. 🙂

    • The badger is cute.. but also quite risky to run into..

16. i liked the casualness of this… I met a badger on my walk tonight… made me chuckle

17. The free horizon is afforded by Christ, as I see it. Truth gives sight, and confession and repentance makes clear.

18. Aw. I love the picture. Your poem really describes the acceptance of the past – that it is no more. I can understand missing the sea, my husband dwells on that sometimes. But, hopefully you can visit sometime.

19. Bjorn, you build a beautiful contrast here – I think I can relate to your thoughts – what you miss – I am glad my idea could connect you to those thoughts.

20. Beautiful Bjorn. I, too can understand why you would miss such a beautiful place. Lovely write!

21. If you have spent your childhood by the sea, you will always hanker after it I think.

22. Glad to be back and to read your lovely poetry. The juxtaposition of the emotions with the image of the badger is brilliant and serves the poem so very well. I always enjoy reading your imaginings, Björn :))

23. A delightful encounter. There are badgers here, but they are rarely seen.

    Can you not smell the sea on the East coast of Sweden? Or is the Baltic too enclosed from the wide ocean to be very salty? I remember camping by the sea on the way down the coast from Stockholm to Malmo, where the pine trees had their feet in the beach sand.

    • Alas the baltic sea is very brackish, and the forest reach all the way to shore (there is not tide either).. so the feeling is more like that of a lake.. On the westcoast, it’s smooth rocks and wide horizons.. the smell of sea is undiluted so to say.

24. Your descriptions are so vivid that I can smell the sea salt through your words.

25. I go with your story I miss my place where i was born i lived there for more than 18 years……… I miss that home……………..

26. I find it hard to miss a home-base when I never really had one – we were such gypsies and spent much of childhood and adulthood on the move.
    But I do miss the mountains.

27. “the lazy canopies smother me tonight….
    I realize – I miss
    the salty breeze from open seas
    horizons and an open sky….”
    You’ve captured the contrast of a verdant landscape and a seascape so well in a few words. The badger as conduit adds an interesting touch.

28. One can yearn for the moon but home is where it is. Rightly so Bjorn!

    Hank

29. what a cool eye to eye incident with the badger – and i love the seaweed dancing with the feet image…made my feet tickle while i read…and made me longing for the sea myself…

30. I like your badger & your hungry moon…esp like rhe salty and black sea..seaweed goes with. Here I talk with chipmunks. .

31. Love this poem…huge controversies about badgers in the UK just now…

32. I can feel the melancholy in this and too a bit of humor with that badger. I’m glad he walked away and didn’t want to start any trouble with you.

33. And the way the badger walks too, as if reluctant but certain he can’t stay and play. I never miss the sea when in a mountain forest; never miss the forest when at the sea.

34. Great poem.Home changes, but somehow it seems past homes become sweeter in memories.

35. Ha, reminds me of the song ‘California Dreaming’ – I suppose there is always that sea air/mountain air/miserable urban area air of childhood and home that we miss no matter how happy we are elsewhere… I like the use of the badger here to make your point (a bit like the moose in Elizabeth Bishop)

    • wow.. I had not read the moose.. but I did now.. thank you 🙂

36. A wonderful ramble in your beautiful words. A delightful bit of writing!

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