It’s not the wail of wind,
not this scent of sweat,
it’s not from lack of light
but in the subtle weight
of these words unstitched.

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July 31, 2018
Beautiful!💜 I find that it is often late at night when the mind is swimming with ideas. Precisely why I prefer writing poetry at night 😊
Nice capture. I slept in this morning: 4:20
To be wakeful to the overtures of those unstitched words is a poem unto itself, as is exhibited in this verse.
-HA
I love “of these words unstitched”. Perfect!
words unstitched … I can see that keeping me awake at all hours!
Somehow, the unstitching of words never feels subtle. Or, maybe it does, and it’s just the thought of what comes next that hits like a storm.
ah, yes….perfect!
I gtt my customary three hours last night, waking at 3:00 am. It is a glorious time of morning You wrote about the mustery of it beautifully.
words, by associations or disassociations, and how they can come undone … often at the most inopportune hours …. and yet, sometimes, it is precisely where and when and how the magic takes place … and how it all then weaves a new spell – whether with another, a lover, a higher consciousness, or self …
very atmospheric poem Bjorn.
Wow…the shortest of anything I have seen you write, and it is fantastic. Funny how words can do this, but oh man….great writing my friend.
Words unspoken have kept me up many a night. You have captured it perfectly Bjorn!
kaykuala
Actively writing in the early hours one is privileged with quietness befitting a prolific writer!
Hank
I’m most often awake at 3 am and since we’re more than likely in the same time zone, it is quite odd to think of that synchronicity. You have captured the sense of isolation and irregularity of the insomniac very well.
Oh yes… I get this. Yes!