Bending into blue
cherry blossom waits,
shy — undressed
like you
blushing — blessed.
With fingers weaved
we knew, we saw
the tears of spring,
clinging ‘fore it fell
to songs of soil.
Corey invites us to write poetry to the spring at toads. no spring here yet, just yearning, and recalling. I wanted to try something really short this time. Just a fragment trying to say as much as possible.
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March 26, 2015
Björn Rudbergs writings 
graceful
very nicely done! I kept looking for buds on tree branches walking to work today.
Such a delicate, pretty piece. With such reflections less is more, I think. Very nice.
The blush so pink. This goes well with my poem today: crocuses.
Aiee! A passion! So blessed, so first time, so hopeful and ready.
I especially love this, as I watch my cherry blossoms move from pink to greening.
It reminds me of spring in my country. We had early spring in Oslo for almost a month. Today, it snowed so heavily that the city was in chaos –all buses had to stop…
By my country, I mean Mexico, not the country where I live… Smiles…
Ha.. no I guess that Norway is quite close to Sweden in weather.
lovely and simple. It makes me smile as I remember cherry blossoms from the past and the lover who made me smile under those blossoms.
Spring is on the way for you, Bjorn. We’ve had it here since the end of February and our blooms are in their third iteration (Pear trees, Red Bud trees, now Azaleas and already threatened by Texas Bluebonnets).
Is your second stanza, third line like you meant, “the tears or spring” or did you want it to say “the tears for spring”?
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Of course it should be tears of spring…
It says enough and more Bjorn. I am a sucker for the romance, it drives me to another place every time. This is shy, consuming and desperate in all the right places. I love it. thanks for writing….I really appreciate it.
I’ve always thought of spring as the season of hope, joy and rebirth that just blends into summer, and never, until now, thought of the fact that even spring has an end, a death… But the last two lines made me stop and take pause. Love it!
Love the sweet mood of this. I read the second stanza as a deepening, maturing of love going through the spring rains necessary to nourish the earth. Maybe I’m just an optimist 🙂
petals seen as tears of spring – that is beautiful.
Very visual and musical, Bjorn, and the brevity works really well to create an intense vignette.
Beautiful!
Beautifully written.
Hey Bjorn–these are my favorite cherry blossoms in a way–I think they are called an American cherry–my street was lined with them growing up–and they branch out into blue as you say–a lovely double-meaning there. k.
Oh wow…I love this brevity from you, Bjorn…so condensed and passionate. Lovely work!
Lovely, Bjorn. 🙂
Spring is beautiful. Lovely words here.
Your fragment did say a lot. Yearning for spring here, too. 🙂