This is not poem but a cloud
trying hard to be,
a dragon or an elephant,
and what matters most
is the silver lining
and what’s blue behind.
This is not a poem but the sea,
shaping and reshaping
with the wind to waves,
and what matters most
is how the breakers
meets the shore.
This is not a poem but a dream
hiding in the silence
after it’s been read
and what matters most
is that dream —
yours and only yours.
Coast scene with breaking cloud Sun by John Constable
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February 8, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I love where your imagination has taken you with this poem, Bjorn – a cloud trying hard to be / a dragon or an elephant!
I especially love the final stanza.
Sometimes ideas just come along as I write…
I like the idea of a poem lying in the shadows after it’s been read.
The poem is all yours… the one you find afterwards
I must have a thousand lying up there in the attic.
I like your approach!
Love this especially; “This is not a poem but the sea,
shaping and reshaping with the wind to waves.” Beautifully executed.💖
Thank you… this poem wrote itself.
This is not a poem but the making of a poem from the stars and the sea. Beautiful.
Exactly… the poem has to be born from something.
This is beautiful Björn! I love how the clouds, seas and dreams are always fluid and reshaping – a great write :o)
The complimentary of your poem and the picture is unquestionably fantastic imagery. A poem of such oceans waiting for the stars and moon to inspire brighter. 🙂
Thank you… poetry is always created by the reader I think.
You’re right. The reader creates the poetry in their minds and takes them to a whole new world. 🙂
Just holding to the dream, I love it, great analogies
Just love the expansiveness of this!
Very nice, Bjorn, and I very much agree.
I like the idea in the last stanza about the poem becoming a dream and hiding in the silence.
Your imagination served you well here….and got mine thinking of dragons and dreams – and all things in between!
Interesting form. I liked the idea that poetry is not something that is made, but rather something the is…. existing all around us! Just like our dreams.
Dwight
The parallel structure in this is so good! You’re right, there is little detail of hope everywhere if we know how to see it.
kaykuala
It is a fatal exercise to be everything else but…Perhaps forgiven eventually!
Hank
I love this poem.
Ah,it is a poem because you cannot help it. I agree “what matters most is how the breakers meet the shore.”
WOW! Just the best.
We turn things into poems while they are just being what they are! Fantastic!
I love the atmospheric quality of this, from start to end – and find each stanza intriguing – and mesmerizing …. and I fall into this piece ever time I read it – savouring the layers in its simplicity. And I think the last stanza is might fine. An absolute pleasure Bjorn 🙂
Awesome…
You KNOW I love this.
I like especially “shaping and reshaping
with the wind to waves,” Very deamy. Reminds me of words writen in an altered sate of consciousness.
I love this poem. This line is amazing : “This is not a poem but a dream
hiding in the silence”
Beautiful. Particularly caught by –
and what matters most
is that dream —
yours and only yours.
Wonderful (and very visual) connections. (K)
wonderful imagery
Such a nice simple structure – always appealing, reminding us of nursery rhymes. And yet there is nothing simplistic about this poem. Great job!
Your words evoke beauty and wonder.
Gorgeous!