This scent of cardamom;
This tender tickling,
touch of butterflies and worms,
This lashing rain and pepper symphonies
This silence and
the way they talk about me
with their fluorescent tongues.
It can’t be madness,
but a slow perception, jellyfish or mud
making sense from senses
synthesize or draw conclusions
from voids and vacuum.
No, no, no it can’t be madness
this scent of cardamom.
For Kerry’s prompt on madness at toads. I’m now on 18 poems for the month of April working on my backlog.
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April 23, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
If it is, it sounds like a desirable, delightful madness.
Wow, 18 poems for the month. Impressive.
Perhaps it’s the scent of genius instead? 🙂 Great work, Björn!
I especially love the “fluorescent tongues”.
I too like the “fluorescent tongues”. It almost seems like a happy kind of madness or genius.
Lovely! I can smell the cardamom very vividly.
OMG now the scent of cardamon will never be the same. A spice i luv a lot for in its hints of the exotic
Great poem Björn; very impressive
Much🌼love
No, no, no…I assure you…its not madness!
I enjoy the use of the sense of smell in this one–I actually checked out the spice cupboard just now but no cardamon here that I could find. :0(
Love it, if this is madness, let it be. The scent/sense is wonderful.
This slow drift into crazy is a beautiful, lulling, smooth rhythm of words.
Well this sure hits home. You know I have major paranoia issues. 🙂
This is my favorite line: “This tender tickling”
I imagined pouring this veritable garden of scents and imagery into my tea. Love cardamom.
Love the sensory details in this one, Bjorn! Delicious madness indeed!💞
Mad moonlight works this way, filtering, fluttering and fluting the senses (gorgeous details Bjorn), like Ariel drawing us to conclusions which can only be mad. Very well done.
A beautiful write. A beautiful madness. A seeing of all.
Anna :o]
There are levels of madness it appears. This I think I could take.
Love those fluorescent tongues!