sustained in her watery womb of indigo
sustained in waterlogged wakedness for his existence
sustained by the wickedness of waiting, waiting, wanting
sustained with barely heartbeats from his bursts of negligence
sustained beneath the withered shroud of witless words
sustained upon the precipice of ignorance and concrete dust
sustained in waves of weightless willingness to stay
sustained in frozen passion of forgetfulness
sustained for reasons of decisions never made
sustained with tension of her fuses burning, burning
ready to explode in shattered chandeliers
life behind glass
Today at dVerse poetics Grace introduce us to the photographic art of Brooke Shaden. So many great pieces to get inspired from, so the choice was not easy. Hope to see you at the bar at 3PM EST.
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September 23, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Amazing work! 🙂
Bjorn, Dark but lovely piece. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
Darkness which builds up to an apt conclusion. The repetitions served well to build up tension in your piece.
Love the alliteration and the impact of this write.
I admire the refrain of sustaining, then the turn to burning
ready to explode in shattered chandeliers ~ Wicked word play Bjorn, love it ~
Sustained–but don’t know if can be maintained much longer–cool take on desperation–k.
I like how you give rhythm to your poem by the repetition of ‘sustained’ and how the change in the closing line contributes to the last image you create.
in waves of weightless willingness … love your use of words in this.. the repetition works so well as well…cool take on the pic björn
Each time I read the word “sustained”, it was like another punch in the gut. Nicely written!
This one is really cool, brother; unlike others you have created; a whole different voice; really dug it. Like the energy, & the line
/sustained by frozen passion of forgetfulness/ & the closing lines are fantastic, nice juxtaposition.
the refrain adds a strength that is bold and haunting. From the womb of indigo, to the shattering of chandeliers… Felt like a tale told from point A to Z; nicely done!
Cool and intense the repetition is felt strongly, nicely penned.
I really love the way you led us to that power punch ending… such a gorgeous, visual poem. (and the artwork is wonderful!)
Talk about poignant! I love that you never let up keeping the outcome, the problem, and the addiction front and center! Cheers
i browsed the gallery before reading your poem and guessed the artwork by your words (before scrolling down to confirm it) – your interpretation fit so well !
I loved how you used the alliteration here–gorgeous!
Bjorn, another great journey with words..sustained in frozen passion..she may need to thaw…
every time I read the word “sustained,” I felt as though I was being drained…suffocated…slowly being pulled beneath the water…far from sustained.
a really nicely written piece.
The repetitious ‘sustained’ was artfully used here, Bjorn…it made me feel the oppression of being “kept” but not nurtured.
Standing oceanside, the rhythmic waves hitting the shores – thats what this reminds me of … No matter our choices, the waves wash and hit the shore…
I think you just described my first marraige……brilliantly.
Such a patience in the woman, she can sacrifice her own self too.
Love the repetition and the final line.
That led into such a well-crafted conclusion. You really rounded off a strong set a denunciation into a powerful end, in meaning, rhythm and style. The reader feels the bite. The poem is so honest.
the burst of his negligence was the line that really stood out to me bjorn, giving reason…interesting form as well with the repetition at the front of the line in each…
oh really painful….so well etched….
Fine writing, Bjorn. Your use of repitition and choice of words really build the tension to the point where it can’t help but explode.
The last line give the rest meaning and hope. I wouldn’t want to be around when it happens. This is a beautiful piece of work.
I feel that sense of being sustained, like in a pressure cooker and like “frozen passion of forgetfulness”…so many well crafted lines here!
That picture sends chills to my spine – and your poem captures that growing sense of ominous pressure, claustrophobia, ready to explode…
Some mightiness here! It seems next minute she really will burst in air with all this waiting…
That image really struck me too…almost used it. Felt the pressure mounting in your piece. Shattered chandeliers is a cool image!
I feel how the tension mounts with your words… finally to be contained no longer.
The first lines built up the tension that exploded in the end. It is a dramatic and enjoyable read. 🙂