I.
Gathering of clouds: dusk being
the dark denominator
of autumn equinox and sheets of rain.
II.
Not even the raven can cease to shiver
underneath the shadows from a skein of geese.
III.
Brittle are the stems of oak leaves
clinging to its boughs —
darkly waiting for a pantomime of fall.
IV.
The soft hand of a woman, nested
in another hand — ungloved and bared
necessity or autumn equinox?
V.
The way the blue sky is less a promise
than Potemkin village
is the essence of lingering on precipice of Mabon.
VI
Dawn in fall is rub of blood-
shot eyes and weight of canopies on
pillowed leaves pretending to have slept.
VII
The harvest moon
remains on sky, perched as ghost on blue
with whiteness as from bones;
a night that overshadows day.
VIII.
Inevitable, the gravel path meandering
through fallen leaves cannot tell the secrets,
whispered in a young girl’s ear
of summer’s passed.
Woman with raven by Pablo Picasso
Today we have Open Link at dVerse, and I will be hosting. Bring any poem and join the fun. Pub opens at 9PM EST, at this day of autumn equinox. I re-read the poem “Thirteen ways of looking at a blackbird” by Wallace Stevens and brought my ideas to the aspect of this day. I also link this to the Tuesday Platform with Kerry at toads
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September 22, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I love this poem Bjorn!!
What a wonderous view of all the stages!
Oo oh, great write Björn- some lovely lines, ‘darkly waiting for the pantomime of fall’
oh this is breathtaking! the views are vividly described!
I think this form of writing that you can find in Wallace Stevens famous poem might be a form in itself.
Beautiful writing Bjorn, I just couldn’t shake of the immersive image of a raven shivering, it felt really powerful.
A bit inspired by Wallace Steven’s first stanza:
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
I love the way he used “moving” to mean two different things.
This is an incredible phrase to have created:
“the dark denominator”
Yesterday, IV was my favorite. Today it’s the flip-flop: VI.
What a beautiful way to wake up, reading these lines. I am especially taken with IV, with that soft hand of a woman-nested in another hand
Thank you… but I miss reading your poetry after you made your blog private
My intention is that those that read me will click access and I will add them dear heart.
Please do 🙂
I am in transition between the blog and my other website going up
Done… 🙂
some lovely view of fall here. I especially enjoyed the image of the raven, shivering as it watches other birds flying to warmer climes.
Each one is beautiful Bjorn, specially 2nd and 6th one. That poem by Wallace is a classic. I must admit that I am not yet ready for autumn season, smiles.
I must admit I am more than ready for autumn and winter! I loved all of these different views, especially VIII. Spectacular!
Grace & I aways seem to have preferences in tandem; II & VI were killer, real hooks in our cortex–love the lines /not even the raven can cease to shiver/underneath shadows from a skein of/geese/. You’re right, brother, this form would be welcome with FFA or MTB.
You’ve captured fall in theses verses, Bjorn…I feel a chill in verse VII.
There is something a little ominous in this string of short verse about fall. Or maybe I’m projecting my own dislike of the shortening days onto your verse. At any rate, they are all well written.
Very chilling. I dislike fall because it leads to winter. I love your words and how each stanza creates a different atmosphere in my mind. A challenging style as well and brilliantly crafted.
Each one a tender, tasty morsel. What a fine lunch!
I love the whole poem, but these lines are my favourite:
‘Brittle are the stems of oak leaves
clinging to its boughs —
darkly waiting for a pantomime of fall.’
Well done, Bjorn! Natural and mysterious, or are they the same thing?
I love the mystery in this Björn and how the leaves will take their secrets with them. It is such a deep poem, truly beautiful.
These are exquisite, Bjorn. I love writing poetry based on Stevens 12 Ways…and sort of did the same thing only using haiku. Rather wish I’d not confined myself, but let loose as you have. I don’t know the story behind #5. Homework!
Seems like you, me and Grace had the same idea 😉
A gorgeous collection of little gems!
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Each worth of a painting! 2 & 8… but it really is hard to pick a favorite.
Exquisite array of thoughts… pleasure to read.
Each verse is a gem, but I am especially fond of I, II and VIII.
Wonderful. Thoroughly enjoyed every word,
THe Raven shivering….packs an emotional punch. I liked them all, Bjorn. They are so descriptive, I could feel the sharpness, the sheeting rains of your country. We have nothing like that here….second day of fall feels like…summer. There is something of Issa in our weather that could be composed. LOL!
lovely, Björn 🙂 the last stanza is my fave!
Pretty
This is beautifully rendered with a wonderful timeless, wise, mystic-esque quality to it – like an old journal discovered in a secret compartment of an old scholar’s ancient desk.
Such loveliness, Bjorn–overflowing with WOW.
Wonderful way of relating it to Wallace’s style! Love #8 where it is an assurance to a little girl that things need to change when the time comes
Hank
I enjoyed them all, but your IV is my favourite.
Love the raven stanza. These are chilling. On this cool sunny day, this poetry makes me brace for what’s to come!
I’m so sorry I missed this prompt. Just closed yesterday. I’ll try the next one.
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Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
Thank you John… 🙂
You are welcme. A very good write.
A amazing poem my friend.
The first stanza, or view, made me grin like a happy lunatic. After that stanza, I couldn’t stop the speaker wearing leather… except gloves, of course, which she removed in the 4th stanza.
Love this, Bjorn. 😀
Oh I do love these — what beautiful language nature gives us. Autumn is definitely my fave season for poetic inspiration.There’s something wonderful about its mystery, cooling and changing — you made me feel that with these, even when it’s still 90 degrees outside where I live..Thanks for sharing.
This is simply stunning, Bjorn. A remarkable piece, with a fine blend of place and emotion.
Oh, I love all of these, but the second is my favorite. Beautiful writing!
stanza II is my favorite. Gorgeous artwork there at the end.
Lovely portrayal of the flavors of Fall.
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Fall is my favorite season, your poem describes it beautifully!
I like this kaleidoscope like view of fall, with each reflection linked, but offering its own unique and vivid view.
A very sweet poem, Bjorn–and gives me a feeling of what fall must feel like in the far north. We feel it intensely here too in the mountains, though the effect on the light is not yet so dramatic. Thanks. k.