On the fringe of dreams
I gather syllables
from scents
to sieve and sew
and patchwork into
quilts and mittens…
Awake
too late, but harsh
this morning light
in vain I stitched
the quilts.
Patchwork Quilt by Romare Bearden
More of a sketch than a poem, but sometimes it feels this way. Linked to Tuesday Platform @toads
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May 23, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
ESpecially dreams….they are so sharp when you sleep and disappear like mist when you awake.
…and yet. (I can’t help but feel this leaves room for “and yet”)
If you still like it in the morning… that’s the question.
gather syllables from scents…gorgeous.
Nice flavor, Bjorn. The quilt picture didn’t look to very vain.
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This is delicious – hovering on the edge of sleep, trying and trying, is definitely like stitching together a quilt
Nice one, Bjorn!
Well, I think you’ve got a handle on dreams!
A very good way of describing that futile sensation of fighting back the waking and trying to keep the weave of the dream going.
I like “in vain, I stitched the quilts.” I like the picture of the quilt as well.
You’ve quilted the best metaphor yet.
I gather syllables
from scents
to sieve and sew
Love these lines…I can picture you creating this in a very surrealistic manner. Excellent. 🙂
The hardest part of life is waking up, and finding our dreams, slipping through our minds, like quicksand. Leaving us, with a vague sense of lost, but not knowing why.
patchwork quilts – the piecing together doesn’t always hold – dreams and real life.
Yes sometimes the awakening is unwelcome, as the dream is so sweet
Luv this Björn
Much love…
this went in a very unique direction. It does have a bit of a pieced together vibe to it – but so does much of life. Smiles
I must thank you for the efforts you’ve put in writing
this website. I’m hoping to check out the same high-grade content by you in the future as well.
In fact, your creative writing abilities has encouraged me
to get my own site now 😉