The softness of your hands is formed from night
Where fingers weave and skin meets skin; delight.
We sail the dragon, sieve silver from the stars.
My love, embrace the dark, please hold me tight.
The starry sky by Konstantin Vasilyev
Tonight we write Rubai stanza with Frank at dVerse. My choice has been to write in a form close the Fitzgerald’s interpretation of Omar Khayyam. But we have some freedom to choose our own way.
In my quest for 30 poems in April I’m now at 23.
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April 26, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
“sieve silver from the stars”–that is delicious poetry.
Thank you… I thought of dream catchers a bit when I wrote it.
I was going to say the same, then saw you beat me to it, Victoria!
Great minds! :0)
Of course!
Love this!
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I like that dragon sailing. Nice rubai praising love.
Lovely images! I think you need ‘is’ rather than ‘are’ in that first line and ‘meets’ in the second to be grammatical.
Ouch… it went a bit to quickly there…. will correct
I always hesitate over singular and plural when it’s ambiguous 🙂
I often forget… in Swedish we have no difference so it doesn’t come natural to me.
The fact that you get it so damn close is amazing! Each language has its grammatical foibles and some of them seem completely unnatural to non-native speakers.
Your romantic side is shining through in this one, Bjorn, and once again we seem to be on the same wavelength with night and stars! I love the lines:
‘The softness of your hands is formed from night
Where fingers weave and skin meets skin; delight’.
What a beautiful romantic piece Bjorn.
Ok, swooning a bit here. Your words are magically and sailing the dragon..if only, I could soar the stars. Ok, I may have to play along tonight.
oops magical
A great love poem! Sieve silver from the stars! Love this!
dwight
A very good example of a rubaiyat!
The accompanying artwork shows a universe within a palmprint when activated by the pressing of another’s. This is a great tribute to Khayyam and “sieve silver from the stars” is a beautiful way to describe what happens when lovers meet.
This is so sensual…a good one Bjorn!
Lovely and romantic. I love “sieve silver from the stars.”
Oh ye love of iambic pentameter! Sailing the dragon, sieving silver from the stars – swoon! 🙂
This sounds like Omar Khayyam himself!
Romantic and mystical.
hauntingly romantic