My words are mountains, surfs and breakers. There are days they hesitate and snake like silver rivulets in spring, at other times they foam, cascading with the force of summer thunderstorms. There are times my words are ice, cloaked and silent under weight of pewter clouds. I metaphor much more than being clear. I like my syllables to climb the scales like notes. My words should singe and sing. My writing is the score for you to feel, to change, to scream. My poetry is yours as much as mine.
even the scarecrow
buttons his moth eaten coat —
a beggar walks by
Scarecrow by
Nakahara Nantenbo
Toni hosts the haibun Monday today at dVerse, and she wants us to write about why we write the way we do. I love metaphors and have written mine with metaphors. But the reason is that I want you my reader to add to the images with your emotions. Toni also wants us to use kigo (a season word) in the haiku and write it as a snapshot. I used scarecrow which is an autumn kigo. Join us at 9 PM CET.
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September 18, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Great Haiku!
Loved the closing line of prose. That feeling itself makes this blog so much easy to read and relate.
Fabulous — and without the identifier of your blog, I would know this was you! 🙂 LOVE the haiku too.
I love it when the words are open to the reader’s interpretation and meaning is more personal. Love specially: I like my syllables to climb the scales like notes. Your haiku is superb!
I liked this: “My writing is the score for you to feel” I would like mine to do the same.
Ah, Bjorn, I love your metaphors. Your words do “sing and singe” – great wordplay. I am also always impressed that you are producing such amazing work in your second language. That is awesome.
I suspect the beggar is cold. You are exceptionally good at metaphors. It makes perfect sense.
I love everything you wrote!!!
Metaphorically speaking, your words never cease to engage me. Thank you for the gift!
Yes, that is very much your style of poetry. Well done!
Search for what
Isn’t really there
Maybe knot
Nicely crafted with the prose poem and the haiku.
Your metaphors are always influential to me and you my friend are such a brilliant poet. 🙂
Spectacular haiku.
I knew you would metaphor- and I wasn’t disappointed. The imagery these metaphors evoke are like magic. The idea of a moving scarecrow……wow. I enjoyed this… like theatre
Wow! Fantastic! Your words certaining ‘ singe and sing’ in this masterfully rendered haibun. And that haiku (which I thought completes the piece brilliantly)!!! The phrase that came into my mind – palpably – when I read it, was: ragged world. You’ve really evoked something very visceral, with your words, here, that is very powerful … and that, I think, is the mark of a great metaphor.
“I metaphor much more than being clear.” Yes! Me too!
This is gorgeous. I love it.
“My words should singe and sing. ” …. Yes, your words are bold and always leave an impact.
This soars, Bjorn, carries me in your musical of ins and outs, ups and downs, and all around the floor ! 🙂
Wonderful haibun, Bjorn, and I love the scarecrow haiku. There was a scarecrow in the little cottage garden at Gressenhall workhouse last week.
Really enjoyed this, I relate a lot to the words ‘singe and sing’ and also that the readers response is as much part of the poem as the words are. To me, those two things are what makes poetry.
A beautiful haibun Bjorn. Your images are powerful.
When we can give coats to hay and see beggars walk by, we are a sad people! Yes, we scream. Love this whole thing.
I love the insight into your process, Bjorn! What you claim is very apparent. Great haiku!
Bjorn, that does sound like a good self-description. You are more indulgent in the words and feelings than in actually communicating clearly — instead, it is impressionistic floating colorful word clouds.
Love your Haiku — really liked it!
BTW, I think Toni wants us to say “thank you” after each comment — I agree, unnecessary — beside poetry bloggers don’t usually follow comments. I only reply to questions or suggestions from readers. Likewise, if I’d like to hear from a poet on their blog, I ask a question or leave a suggestion — then I follow.
I normally don’t thank either, but try to respond to questions and suggestions- but thank you – and I mean it.
Your haiku gave me a chill right to the very bone. Excellent!
Well. I recall some nice pentametric quatrains pointing out what has become of us.
A lovely haibun Björn and I love the generosity of spirit in ‘My poetry is yours as much as mine’
Climbing the scales like notes…words should definitely do that. (K)
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Love, ‘There are times my words are ice, cloaked and silent under weight of pewter clouds.’ Stunning imagery, as is your insight into yourself.
Wonderful. I particularly liked, “I like my syllables to climb the scales like notes. My words should singe and sing.”
A generous, and gregarious prose-poem, focused to a razor’s edge by a poignant haiku. Breathtaking!
a delightful read.