Marble of the tiger’s eye
iridescent and dense.
anticipating rain.
I’m nauseated by its claws
the waiting
for retracted footprints in the mud.
A sigh at dusk:
my song
is lumpy like a moldy cushion,
fashioned for the f(l)ight
but with unlikely change of colors
the tiger rests its case.
Tiger by Utagawa Kunisada
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August 18, 2015
Björn Rudbergs writings 
The style of the stripes on the tiger is rather mesmeizing. Not sure I would want to look one in the eyes outside of captivity. Those are some big beasts. Beautiful but dangerous.
Great flow of words in this piece, Bjorn. Well done. 🙂
This is nice my friend, I love this big cats but from afar!
this tiger “resting its case” sounds like a stuffed animal, nice flow of ideas, the waiting the resting the lumpyness, the marble eyed tiger.
Oh and i luv stuffed animals pillows
have a nice Tuesday Bjorn
much love…
This seems like a little bird or other creature waiting for the tiger to go away–a very hard situation that you describe well in the nausea! Agh. k.
clever composition and not one that readily springs to mind – tigers that is not native to your homeland – so even better for the imagination of encounter here. I like the allusion to leapords and spots and the lumpy cushion song is unique. Catchy in the throat
This is a really fearsome beast you have described.
Such a mesmerizing composition 🙂
Well penned!
I feel the pull and scratch of those paws/claws.
“I’m nauseated by its claws
the waiting”
I think you’re writing about a woman who infuriates you. Given the closing line, I think she’s a lawyer.
This contains numerous stories, but I like the one I’m picturing taking place in a courtroom. Maybe a divorce. Maybe the woman is the lawyer, or maybe she’s the one who’s about to take all your money. Or maybe she’s just a woman who likes music. (When I hear the word “rest,” I immediately think of sheet music.)
Brilliant: “fashioned for the f(l)ight”
Seriously. Brilliant.
I’m so grateful for the added depth you have found.. a comment like this is like pure poetry.
This is a very tight write, and I admire the skill with which it was written. Especially good, the third stanza, and the brilliant closing lines.
ooh, this poem flowed like a river with stepping stones laid out… delighted like a child to trot through it! beautifully written, sharp.
Evocative. The tiger’s footprints, the waiting, yes. Nicely done, my friend! Amy
The fight/flight things was cool! Bravo!
Too much cat for inside the domicile. We have one male I finally put outside for good. I can’t have all the fighting. The spray. It got so bad I put him up at the park. It took him a few weeks to navigate home, then just a few hours. Harmony achieved. Legal problems abated. Etc..
I love that third stanza. I feel at times I am the bird waiting to see the claws. Great write!
My song is lumpy, like a cushion. That is really fascinating!
I liked the lines.
This is a neat little piece with a bit of an edge. (Talk of claws will do that, ha!) Enjoyed.