The yellow in the blue
remembers-not
the knot inside
the fight and nots.
it’s never not forget-me-knots.
Let’s slip on fingertips
what dwells in letters
spelled on vellum
petals loves-me-not.
Nectared, drowsy-humming
sleepy numbed and dumb.
but still a drone, a bumblebee
I see my yellow in the blues.
I’m crazy-maced amazed.
and see you still
in my forget-me-nots.
Forget-me-nots
Today we have a guest-blogger at dVerse.. come and see who of our poets that got the opportunity. The prompt is about looking closer and feel what nature might give you. Right now our garden is filled with forget-me-nots.. but sitting there I got more inspired by the name. So I hope it fits the prompt. Come tonight at 3PM EST and join us with your adventures with what’s small in nature.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
That is truly beautiful!
I like your play with words.
I especially like the first and final stanzas…and the lovely painting!
The lovely painting is alas done in an app I have.. the original was a photo 🙂
you’re honest…and creative 😉
Ha. Fun piece bjorn. Particularly like the play with words in the first stanza and you carry it off well the rest of the way too.
The wordplay in this poem is really enjoyable. It is almost. A tongue twister o. A few stanzas.
Loved the words you have used here.. beautiful it sounds
Wow, Bjorn–another stellar piece; I LOVE forget-me-knots, the flower and all that they represent. Beautiful work.
I love them, too, and have a vintage china cup of my mother’s that says simply “Forget Me Not”
Love it, and strangely enough I dreamt of forget me nots last night and woke up to this poem in my inbox. Brilliant!
one of my very favorite flowers. Blue and yellow are “my colors”
I love this:
“it’s never not forget-me-knots.
Let’s slip on fingertips
what dwells in letters
spelled on vellum
petals”
Goodness, I love the details, smiles ~ I specially admire the colors and knots in the opening stanza ~ I am a bit rusty in writing, smiles ~
Wordsmith gardener poet, this one smacks of fun, of derring-do, & it is hard to read it without a smile breaking out, as I imagined the smile you sported when writing it. I like the line /nectared, drowsy-humming/–which is me for several hours each morning.
nice play on words… this fits the prompt well… nature is an extension of life itself… fun read
Ah.. yes.. beauty does not think.. does not remember.. does not forecast.. nor even feel.. beauty exists.. as art is art human or not..:)
A tongue twister indeed – and forget-me-nots are my favourite shade of blue, a flower much loved by me therefore. Isn’t it a bit early for them though? I’m surprised you have them up north, when we don’t have them out here yet.
I think it might be another sort.. ours are a garden variety.. the wild ones come much later. 🙂
Grand wordplay, Bjorn! 1st stanza had me hooked!
Forget-me-nots are my favorite color of sky. The rhythm and wordplay of this is irresistible. I have an ancient set of Sevres china with a delicate forget-me-not pattern. I sometimes use in the dead of winter to make spring come to life on my table…..wonderful poem.
A very nice and clever little ditty that is definitely meant to be heard aloud, and pokes a playful but sad dig at past episodes in surely all readers’ lives
Love the details, beautiful.
Hey Bjorn–I particularly like crazy-maced amazed–a good expression for thunderstruck–thanks! k.
So many lovely images with layers of meaning and effective wordplay.
wonderful play on the knot/not word. A fun piece!
A beautiful meditation on these small beautiful flowers. Loved it, Bjorn.
This was a fun play on words. I like the forget-me-knots – oh how they can tie up our hearts and minds. Peace, Linda
flowers and love are so synonymous
We should catch hold of a weed and call it forget-me-now 🙂 Nice play on words.
Lovely wordplay and imagery
“Crazy-maced amazed”…nice.
So much fun with words. 🙂
Love-love-love the cadence to this piece. I imagined a garden chanting.