Twigs and saplings grow to trees
and pebbles in my shoe
turn into boulders
The itch you scratch too long
will leave a bloodstain on my sheet.
Slandered words in secrecy
received, repeated,
pulsating,
transported on the copper-lines
mouth-to-ear-to-mouth
dissolving lies to almost truth
words are roller coasters
destructive as the falling timbers
and sudden rockfalls.
It was spring
and meadowlarks were singing
when you left.
Sarolta Ban
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Björn Rudbergs writings 
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Nice write, Bjorn, just sad.
Oh My, this–as with most of your writing–carried me away.
Oh how sad. Such a lovely setting and yet such a painful ending.
Ah, the meadowlarks were singing..somehow I think the song was rather sad.
lovely expression of lost love
You write clear picture with your words and always Leave us feeling the emotion conveyed.
Beautiful thought
Birds can be quite irritating with their cheerfulness, can’t they?
Very emotional, with important messages tucked within the lines.
Such a poignant portrait of a breakup. I enjoyed reading this, as I always do, Bjorn.
The itch YOU scratch will leave blood on MY sheets. Interesting how you set the two against each other in this. Word have the power to give life and kill. Shame how unintentional we are with them.
Indeed … you might not always be the innocent party of someone leaves you.. Glad you noticed. 🙂
Scratching beneath the surface ~ reaps major reward here.
I read the poem before looking at the picture… I felt the emotion conveyed by the images as very authentic and was especially struck by the thought of all those little blood stains on the bed sheet.. what an amazing metaphor for relationships. Ah, the bruises we accrue even as the meadowlark sings.
received repeated pulsating….love that!
Wonderfully done, Bjorn. And your final stanza makes it all the more poignant.
So well expressed. Thanks for sharing…
Sigh! That first verse, it felt so true. Other seem to grow around us, but we just feel the burdens growing, the wounds being opened unwillingly… * Shudders *
So many lines of this piece I enjoyed! Well done!
ugh – that is so painful – and words can hurt more than a sword…
words are roller coasters
destructive as the falling timbers
and sudden rockfalls.
Words do leave their marks sharper than swords so they say. Yours have retained those classic tendencies Bjorn! Great!
Hank
Jilted ….bugger
Sad remembrances, Bjorn. Well done.
A deep emotion with a blend of soothing visuals
and so much heart. Well done my friend.
This reminds how the phone could distort the truth…I like the singing birds after ‘she left’ as a catalyst of real….Nice poem.
The last line: almost shocking in its simple statement of fact. That aspect of the poem, in and of itself, is astonishing and stunning and makes me think, I should have a go at a similar poetic less-is-more master stroke.