Oh fortune,
you’re the moon faced silver crescent
broken by these thousand voices.
In waves of darkness hear the soldiers trampling
descending doom of crippled choices.
Oh fortune
you’re an orb, you’re smashed and shattered
my destiny of ruptured dreaming.
razor wire noose around my neck is tightened
future is the subtle screaming
To fortune
My mind is a little dark these days, and somehow asking fortuna for help seems our only hope.. This is written for Kerry’s prompt of 55 words at toads, I will also link up to Poetry Pantry tomorrow morning.
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October 3, 2015

Must be you’re thinking ahead to Halloween
Have a good weekend
Much love…
” moon faced silver crescent
broken by these thousand voices.”
Oh, wow…this places the image of a shattered moon…like slivers of mirror…powerful poem, Bjorn.
‘My destiny of ruptured dreaming’ is a vivid image. I am glad I don’t dream very often. ‘Future is subtle screaming’ – painful to think about. ‘To fortune’ seems quite a contrast to the rest. But at least you are ending on an optimistic note.
The horror of war is front and center here. Really chilling words.
dark indeed but just great
What Candy said.
” future is the subtle screaming To fortune” It certainly seems to be that way these days. I am feeling the darkness also.
A lot of images in 55 words!
This is a very powerful piece, Bjorn. Dark, tangled and reminiscent of the worst side of human nature.
The razor wire noose image was very evocative. I hope my future does not scream like that 🙂
Sometimes darkness can be expelled in words..it seemed to march out quite wonderfully here…razor sharp…astute…seems to reflect the current feeling of the world around us – unfortunately
Once soldiers of fortune did it just for that but now more sinister aims are envisaged where nobody is victorious.
“razor wire noose around my neck is tightened”..this is to the extreme point…wow…could feel the screaming…
In waves of darkness hear the soldiers trampling
descending doom of crippled choices.
Such strong imagery.. powerful 55!!
That whole second stanza. The ruptured dreaming, the future being screaming to fortune. razor wire noose. what future is there, that is not made on the backs of others.
The world feels very grim– the descending doom of crippled choices is a very good way of putting it– and the razor wire noose is as much like fences as anything. Thanks, Bjorn. K.
Perfect illustration which captures the black spirit of your piece, Bjorn–Fortune is fickle, and surely heartless, and only a fool looks to her for salvation.
I’m reminded of soldiers of fortune. not the film ones who pay to play–but those mercenaries who kill for $$$. What are they thinking?
I really like the way this came across on my phone-screen last night. It created some very interesting unplanned line-breaks.
I love what you did with “fortune,” turning it into “for/tune” by indenting “you” just below it. It’s also “fort you knee.” 😉
In my email, I read it like this:
“broken by these thous
and voices.”
I’m pretty sure you’re being sneakily sexual here:
“razor wire noose around my neck is tightened
future is the subtle screaming”
Super hot, B. 😉
There is always hope (and so much bright ☼) in the sort of darkness that still allows the mind to search for the light. Wonderful tone.
This is my favorite of yours that I’ve ever read, Bjorn. Great work, and I love the woodcut, too.
This is laser sharp, Bjorn – I especially like “my destiny of ruptured dreaming” – and the way you have placed the lines on the page looks very cool.
Sometimes it is only the roll of the dice….
I for one love the bleak images. And especially the shattered lines. I love it when the form shows the meaning.
So here, I thought it was a very smart choice to start with the image of a bright shiny moon and then focus downward to the ground beneath, then closer still on the personal anguish of the narrator. That tightening sense made this effectively personal. Thanks so much for posting!
Bjorn, I’ve been in the dark places lately too. Hope that fortune shines soon
The visual form of this poem, the stark illustration of the soldier – all tie together sharp stark words. Ruptured dreaming….the razor wire noose – such a desperate and dark emotion in this poem.
Those last lines did me in Bjorn…feeling the razor wire tightening around my neck sometimes….there is always darkness in our lives, but I hope fortune smiles on you in the future!
I agree,Fortuna continues to be a Lady of plenty 🙂
I hope your darkness passes ;-(
Darkness…sometimes we’ve got to go there. (And you’ve gone there with style and eloquence)
Indeed, we live in dark times and it is hard to find hope. I thought this poem – fittingly: short, but powerful – articulated the desperation that much of humankind endures … visceral and anguished.
that’s what i was thinking after reading your poem. dark and forlorn. oh the talent!
The way out is always the ability to seek and see hope as a salvation!
Hank
“Future is the subtle screaming to fortune.” This is such a powerful line. Don’t despair Bjorn. I know the world looks bleak, but we musn’t lose hope.
yes, darker than is your usual haunt… ~
This has a dark and foreboding feeling and I don’t feel many are fortunate in a world of chaos.
Evocative and thought provoking with vivid imagery,
Elizabeth
Wow! Could feel the frustration and anguish…hope the future gets better soon! Yes, especially loved this line “Future is the subtle screaming to fortune.”
I found this to be very haunting.
“Future is the subtle screaming to fortune.” It’s always darkest before the dawn …this too shall pass, brudberg!
Because darkness consumes all colors, it’s able to create illusion. Hauntingly beautiful piece,
You portrayed the fear of doom just outside your door.
Nice writing, Bjorn. One would not want to be there.
And it sounds like hope has hidden her face.
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Really dark, Bjorn….Interestingly, in human nature – to cling for some images and words. To be positive, we need just to switch the words to feel better. ‘soldiers trampling’ – indeed can be the mighty trigger for dark feelings…so, start to listen peaceful spiritual meditation music…
even the moon has been shattered. Chilling, to say the least.