Danced, by wind the snowflakes care
not for tousled hair, nor warmth of breath
exhaled nor death the gravestone harks.
Their mark is soft, they melt on skin,
wet the strain of chin, and touch the tears
from widow’s fear of shadowed rooms.
Passage grave in the snow by Caspar David Friedrich
Kerry wants us to write small at toads inspired by e.e. cummings one this snowflake “haiku”. Inspiration is six line poetry and I did my own variety of a wreathed sestet, using internal rhymes. Just as I wrote this snow started falling outside…
I will link this to poetry pantry tomorrow
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I like your subtle rhyming, it’s a lyrical read.
Beautifully read; it adds to the post! Wow.
Sometimes I had more time to read my poetry.. it’s fun.
I loved it! It adds depth!
Stunning.
This leaves a mark like haiku, really. It takes time to settle in, but once it does, it embeds itself deeply. The snowflake, whatever that might represent (a mirror of her sorrow, perhaps), doesn’t seek out the living or the dead, but rather those who live in limbo — a state of living death, like those left behind after great loss or suffering has taken and taken and taken until they are completely empty, yet still carrying around a body. A snowflake carries a kind of unfeelable coldness. By itself, it does no harm. It only kisses her face, where her pain seeps over. Even a few flakes make for friends. It’s when they join hands as an army that they bury her. But then again, buried beneath snow, her body heat can cluster to keep her alive. (I’m reading The Call of the Wild, and this is what the dogs do: sleep under the snow in order to stay warm enough.)
I’m glad the way you read it… and yes, sometimes it’s in brevity you capture it best… like a scene you watch
Such vivid imagery, especially the last line… there is pain in the “widow’s fear”.
As always, I love when you read your poetry. ♥
Thank you.. I enjoyed reading it…
I love the reading (especially how you paced the words). It is snowing here today as well!
This poem is really very touching, Bjorn. I like the idea of snowflakes touching the tears……..
… I read this as she’d rather be anywhere – outside in bitter elements- than alone in the room (home) they shared …. And I think the painting is beautiful
Resonant ebb and flow allow the reader to feel as buoyant as a snowflake. You sir, are a gifted poet. I salute you… MadPoetess
Touching, Bjorn. Widows seem special to me, yours was a bit sorrowful. Snowflakes know. I like your Internal Rhyme scheme too, it adds to the poetry effect.
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I especially like the way you gave snowflakes feelings, much like the widow.
It is so nice to be writing at a time related to what is being written. It is reality in real time so to speak!
Hank
Love love LOVE this:
“Their mark is soft” — this is the crux, I think. For me.
The internal rhyme in this is utterly magnificent 🙂
This is very stylish, Bjorn. I love the ease with which you have included the internal rhymes and hearing you read brings a new level of dark to the overall effect.
one could feel the scary coldness of being separated and and left alone….
Very much a Japanese feel to this. Nicely done.
There is great magic in this poem (enhanced by your postscript) ..you imagine the softness of snowflakes..the distillation of life..but like each person when they have fallen and melted they have gone..also wonderful to hear you narrating..
This is beautiful and the rhyming form delightful.
Soft snowflake marks… that’s beautiful!
This is really gorgeous. >
Such a very stunning write 🙂
This is beaitiful in content and awesome in the use of inspiration; i luv the classical undertones and your use of “harks”
have a good Sunday; your are invited to to Link to my Monday WRites also
much love…
the words are as stunning as that picture
The cold and intensity of a Winter storm in print!
One senses your knowledge of winter here–I can feel it Thanks, Bjorn. k.
I admire anyone who can capture such feeling in a few lines…this is brilliant, and so much feeling in it as you read it. Loved hearing your reading of the poem best!
What I like about this poem is that it has to be read several times to really get at the meaning. This makes it deep, and refreshing to read several times.
The internal rhyming works really well. And to capture it all in such a few lines; lovely.
As I read, I was admiring how like a classic poem this piece reads. Very beautiful, Bjorn.
Like others, I enjoyed the rhyming here too. I also admire how you created such a somber, yet beautiful mood. The last lines really wrap the narrative in sadness. Great job here Bjorn.
Such a beautiful piece!
Very good and well structure.
Subtle imagery that conveys the chill of loneliness so effectively. I’m at a place in life where so many friends are dealing with loss and this brings home the stark reality of it all.
What tender and beautiful use of the form. Excellent, Bjorn.
Snowflakes touching the tears – very contrasting image, love it. Though, your audio sounds spooky in some way…
That is as mesmerizing as snow falling. It loves to be read out loud.
intensely emotional… well done.
Snowflakes transcend and then nourish our imaginations and souls. Snowstorms, are another thing! Been missing you, have a nice week!
Love the image and how well it goes with the words you have woven,
Elizabeth
The wordsmith has struck again! Bjorn, you got a gift. One of your bests! Loved the structure.
This is beautiful – I enjoyed listening to you read.
O the things that snowflakes can do! And you’ve done them justice!
there is a certain chill in reading this, not just from the snow and wind, but also from what the widow fears. loneliness, or something else?
excellent use of internal rhymes. 🙂
Ah, terrific, that penultimate line especially.
The bleak aspect of winter is wonderfully captured here. I miss friends long gone just as it starts to get cold around here. Also, fab job reading! It added a wonderful dimension to the poem.
Splendid! Awesome mastery of internal rhyme in this. Wonderful words, delicately woven. A lovely and intricate poem.
I felt as though the snowflakes were very gently touching my nose as I was writing! I like their non-direction in landing places..Most delicate.
Eileen
Ooo… I love it all but I especially love your opening the use of danced! Excellent!
Love the rhyme and love hearing you read it! Beautiful piece!
Just beautiful!