I love you as a song of words I can’t remember,
as breeze and sun, as ice and warmth
of ember an evening in November,
I love you with the bliss of rain that follows drought
with sighs, with moans, as breath and water.
Today I host dVerse Quadrille. Write any poem in exactly 44 words containing the word bliss. Join us at the bar when we open at 9 PM CET.
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August 27, 2017

Wow. What a wonderful word and what a wonderful use of the word. “Warmth of ember an evening in November. A great image of cold outside and intimate warmth inside.
Beautiful, beautiful and beautiful!!
Awesome! Simply beautiful! I wish someone felt that way for me too 😉
Absolutely stunning! Love the illustration….love reading it aloud. What a beautiful love you’ve painted with your words! Pure bliss!
Beautifully passionate Bjorn ~
Definitely a blissful love poem that anyone would be overjoyed to receive. Makes me think of all the ways we experience love.
I read this as if it’s describing a love between people where memory lapse is a problem — dementia, Alzheimer’s. So it’s the deepest kind of love perhaps, because it involves loving even when someone doesn’t seem to recognize you anymore, always waiting for those moments of recognition. It only works, and stays alive, if the love is as needed (for sustenance, for existence) as water and air. Beautiful work. It makes me think of so many of our mothers who seem to be struggling.
What a romantic you are, brother. When I try to emulate you. I can’t smooth out my rough edges. My piece is more pragmatic, bordering on existential.
Beautiful and romantic, I love ‘warmth of ember an evening in November, I love you with the bliss of rain that follows drought’
Bliss is a lovely word, so absolutely precise, and you embroider upon it beautifully.
Beautiful imagery, Bjorn … and thank you for an uplifting theme in this week of such dreadful news of the flood in the southern U.S.
Sigh… Love this, Bjorn. I hope you shared it with the person who inspired it. Forget the rubies and diamonds. Give me a poem written just for me, and I’m over the moon.
Very beautiful- I like this bit- I love you as a song of words I can’t remember….that familiarity, knowing every nuance of the music without needing to remember the words.
ahh, that was a blissful read. 🙂
Just as you write, a song or music can bring back blissful memories of days gone by.
I love “warmth of ember an evening in november”!
“bliss of rain” and “breath and water” — Whew. Seriously. Gorgeous.
Nicely done. All the lines have been covered by previous visitors. I agree.
Lovely and blissful, indeed. Love that first line and the rain following drought.
I like this description: “the bliss of rain that follows drought”
…so smooth. “warmth of ember an evening in november” so original.
A beautiful love poem..reminds me of a poem that I can’t remember about the days of September…the reference is a nice thread through the poem
A song of words. Bliss.
This is so beautiful and delicate. Deep passion is wonderfully demure. Wows for “warmth / of ember an evening in November”……
Behind the male poet there is a very lucky lady, Bjorn! You have written a quadrille so sublime I’m lost for words.But my favourite lines have to be ‘…as ice and warmth
of ember an evening in November’.
Late getting started here…..I join those who chose the “warmth
of ember an evening in November” line as their favorite. Your poetry just keeps getting better and better esch day.
and my heart just melted. melted. melted.
Well, aren’t you just a genuinely hot surprise … “bliss of rain that follows drought” —
Purely blissful. Those lines two lines especially…whew!
*last* two lines…look what your poem did. I can’t even type right.
Reading this poem is pure bliss – oh and the blue photo perfection.
I think this IS a song!
So romantic!
Very nice. 🙂
‘Bliss of rain that follows drought . . .’ Gorgeous image, one of many, in this romantic poem of treasured love. Sigh
A poem for weddings.
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