Their fractured words
are superglued to sentences
of false pretense.
In sooted fingerpaint
they smother memories
of calamity might.
Their sulfur orders
wither the fraternity delight.
When broken brotherhoods
are scars of rusted knights
in benighted dealings,
and salted papercuts.
The mason armories are
hidden carefully and
hedged to maximize
the blood-filled interest
dwindling all the rights
of morning martial arts.
Yet — somewhere in the world
the sun still shines for free.

Kerry inspires us to choose a title from two selected books and modify. I had a drafted poem that I changed a little to fit with a title straight from the headlines. Linked to Toads and Poetry Pantry.
Ooooh I can feel those salted papercuts, ouch. Great write.
Nicley done, wincing at are scars of rusted knights
in benighted dealings,
and salted papercuts.
I read that book several times and each was a different experience according to where I was in my life.
The first sentence is great and this “Their sulfur orders
wither the fraternity delight” is so right on.
salted paper cuts…ouch! Great art!
Some brilliantly coined phraseology describes the circus and the clowns. Sharp targeting, creative commentary and fine poetry – great work Bjorn.
A well crafted poem. Very visual.
Thank goodness for the sun that somewhere shines for free. I do wonder what good will come out of the G20….I guess time will tell.
A poetic and bitter sweet commentary on a current event. Sadly I guess we no longer expect much from the G20 and yet so much could probably be decided and get done.
You brought this event to life well with your poetry, Bjorn. I especially enjoy these lines,
“When broken brotherhoods
are scars of rusted knights”
Powerful imagery and meaning.
I too am wincing at salted paper cuts.
“Yet somewhere in the world, the sun still shines for free.”
I sometimes wonder if the sun cries at what it sees.
http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/11/love-in-time-of-pain.html
Hmmm Guess what out PM’s too there at G20
I’m sure someone will figure a way to charge us for the sunshine someday 🙂
Yes, hard to be positive about the G20. No long term vision.
Curiously our anti-conservation government got a wake up call from Obama regarding Australia’s Great barrier reef. So many Aussies are cheering.
i’m glad for the sun that shines for free… yet there’s more and more a shortage of water… wondering how things going to develop…and G20..time will tell…
interesting piece, very well described..and the last lines are thought provoking….
Wow! Stunningly vibrant language –
Intense. And the last two lines make it worth many reads. 🙂
The Sun still shines for free – Amen! Great power in this, the plans of man seen in the light of eternity. Powerful and intense writing.
i like how the last two lines offers hope , a bit detached from the chaos of the world you have painted.
G20…o my..it’s an opportunity to visit foreign lands for some with fractured words endeavoring to superglue with a zero outcome…the fast this hollow sham ends sooner the sunrise…nice lines
Bjorn, I’m never sure what to believe in politics. Well written. 🙂 — Susan
A great subject for a poem and well-executed. There are just so many vested interests at play. Here when Obama announced a deal with the Chinese, Republican leaders started complaining about the assault on coal–which, honestly, has already led its own assault on miners through all the strip mining and devastation–it is really just terrible. Thanks. k.
the stakes are high. 😦
that’s a great title for the poem.
when reading this one is jolted into ouch! ouch! ouch! you made sure we got the message, i’m enjoying your phoros at Poetry Pantry today again, have a nice Sunday
much love…
This is sheer brilliance, Bjorn. I got a great deal of enjoyment from following the syntax of your sentences through the convolutions of satirical social commentary.
I kept seeing symbols on paper $$ as I read. I know what the G20 is, but not the event many of these comments refer to. So, mystified and reading on an elementary level, between the $ and the chess imagery, I enjoyed balancing cossts and losses against the sun rising for free.
Absolutely excellent, Bjorn – love the topic you chose, a serious one. You are so right about the “false pretense.” A brilliant write.
The G20 where everyone gets to ply their version of glue and tall tails
Loved the marching lines, words as if wore the helmets…last two lines only allow to relax, to exhale….thanks x
will the leaders lead us? I’m glad you ended this poem with some hope Bjorn. The sun does still shine but sometimes it’s so hard to stay positive. Great writing here.
It seems we are all let down by these leaders who superglue their words and fill their own interests…perhaps that sun will shine brighter over more of the world and these rusted knights will fade into oblivion.
Yes having the sun shine is always good.
Bjorn,
A strange and dangerous collection of people, G20. Mistrusted and untrustworthy, with little to recommend them to the rest of the watching and waiting world. Simply a very expensive circus!!
Eileen
all the political manipulators on one platform with “Their fractured words are superglued to sentences of false pretense.”
wow.
Your points are significant ones. Few good outcomes ensue these days from the direction of our rulers.
Very powerful write, Bjorn. I love your wording, ‘Their fractured words
are superglued to sentences of false pretense.’ and I love how you end with ‘the sun still shines for free’. Very nice writing, sir 😉
A few years ago, I attended a talk given by noted Canadian Environmentalist Dr. David Suzuki. He was at odds with the whole field of Economics. Simply put (and I quote him here): If we pollute the air, water and soil that keep us alive and well, and destroy the biodiversity that allows natural systems to function, no amount of money will save us.
Hi Bjorn, somehow, someway, your piece here made me think of a military man writing a letter painstakingly in the dark. A pow. I love how you masterfully incorporated knight vocabulary with that concept.
“Salted papercuts” I love that. The world is awash in political manipulation.
this poem made me think of war and blood…how even after it’s over, where is the peace?
I love the last line. For some reason, today, more than other days, I needed an end that speaks of hope.