The asphalt’s slick with motor oil
beside the road a withered rose
where shattered glass and blood did soil
a bridegroom’s new and shining clothes.
On empty roads there’s still concrete
for speeding cars to end their rush
and mangle drivers into meat
the hand of death — a royal flush.
A widow on her honeymoon
is midnight driving to her end
against a pillar finds a doom
she did survive but couldn’t mend
and live in utter loneliness
she puts and end to hopelessness.
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November 16, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is very powerful. Full of dark pain and sorrow.
The hand of death – a royal flush. Clever, powerful line.
Tough, tough.
A tragic turn of events! I like the royal flush line, too.
I like this, too. Really nice phrase
Beautifully executed for such a sad tale
Orpheus probably should have turned out this way if he had stuck to the love song and followed Eurydice and kissed his own adder, marrying her at last in death. Yes.
Interesting approach.. and maybe a that would be an appropriate end.
I like “midnight driving to her end.” I kept hoping the story warsn’t true and that the bride didn’t kill herself. Intense and well written.
Bjorn, That’s brutal, but it happens. Well written. — Suzanne
Painful and intense but such a good write.
Reminds me of the novel Ethan Frome–bleak, bleak and ironic.
This may be a work of fiction, but the scenario is all too familiar. Great response to the picture and a very stylish sonnet.
A somewhat dangerous stretch to be at. There are many of a kind! Great lines Bjorn!
Hank
Truly macabre. If only she could have grasped that in time her hurt would mend, and that there would be another one day. There always is if you stick around long enough to fine them.
Gloomy scenario, but cool sonnet.
Poor “widow on her honeymoon.” She sounds all mixed up without the wreck. I know her type, most are remarried. 🙂 Fun reading, Hank.
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Sorry, Bjorn, I had Hank (above) on my mind there for a minute.
Again, I am sorry, Now would be a time for a ‘Delete’ button. 🙂
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Those left behind when a loved one, at the height of happiness, is taken away in such a brutal, senseless manner, do, indeed, survive … but, they do not mend. Life from that moment on is never the same. A powerful sonnet! Great writing!
Like a black rose…….
Nice writing. It’s dark and meaningful. Great imagery.
Oh, this is tragic!
Gday Bjorn , did you know around 1.2 million people die every year on roads worldwide ( that we know of ) it is a slaughter , but a lucrative one !
Cheers
Sad indeed and bittersweet as a ballad…
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