This is not their final words at dusk
it’s not a poem told at dawn,
neither sunshine nor the moon
It’s unpredictable
their river wild,
words withheld —
smothered
rage.
Song without words by Lynd Ward
A nonet for Marian at toads. Will also link to Poetry Pantry tomorrow morning.
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I love the dark danger of this poem, the specifics about what it is not. And I know that smothered rage of words withheld. Beautifully done.
Yes, there is something about words withheld. I think it is better to SAY the words than to have them burn within.
Oh, it is unpredictable indeed — there is a volatility in your words brimming with a certain tension; even a single ripple may end up into a wide-ranging conflict. It is moody and surprising. Like you say, “it’s not a poem told at dawn”.
Oh, what brilliant use of this form, so that the form appears essential to the arresting content.
I agree with Rosemary and Anmol, Bjorn. Unpredictable and dark, especially the ‘smothered rage’.
I can sense the smothered rage and feel the intensity of that river.. perhaps wild with emotions .. a truly gripping write! 💖
You convey emotion very well in this form piece, Bjorn.
Scary thoughts, Bjorn. And those words untold, best not said?
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There is a fierceness bubbling under this piece, so that when you reach that final word, it feels like a growl of warning one second before that rage gets released.
That is always the scariest thing to deal with someone or something unpredictable. Then is is best to be extremely calm…and plan your escape wisely!
Oh, I like this, describing what it’s not and then a warning. Watch out.
Such a masterful write
Words withheld are indeed unpredictable, and can fuel rage in the one from whom they are being withheld.
This is dark and has a sense of foreboding. What would the words say when finally released from captivity?
Now I really want to hear it.
Smothered rage……..i think that is what we are seeing erupting all over the place right now.
The enduring poet is a warrior in this battle. Nice !
Thanks for dropping by my Sumi-e Sunday today Björn
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Each line perfect!!
I go along with Rosemary, the impact of this mace is gloved in nonet.
Where did my comment go? Sometimes I think my phone eats my comments. I think your rage is well tethered and cushioned. I wonder how the elections are going in Sweden today? It seems there are trumpler candidates every where nowadays.
The nonett form lends itself so well, to a hard truth. I think you built the tension brilliantly, here, with few words. With each line, I had a sense of a stone being thrown. And then:
‘words withheld —
smothered
rage.’
the big boulder. The hard truth. An awesome piece, Bjorn.
A smothered rage without words is a dark danger. Well done, Bjorn.
Powerful and ominous piece.
well done on mastering this form – you have further underscored the Nonet with “neither sunshine nor the moon”
p.s. Judging by your comment on my blog, you are in dangerous mood Bjorn 😉
Ha… probably because of the elections here in Sweden.
a close call
sometimes things not said is a wise move – often times it backfires. Very intriguing poem.
Oh those words we bite into silence can certainly be dark and dangerous.
Powerful words.
Amazing writing.