Beauty of Rust

The beauty of rust is not in its color
and not in the the view of
the horizon left free and unharmed.

The beauty of rust is not
in its nearness to soil,
it’s not in the lushness it feeds
to the battlefield grass

The beauty of rust lies in the waste
of a gun carriage — left
by the Germans retiring from Norway,

The beauty of rust is the silence
of iron tongued menace,
of boots left unpolished
of seaweed and men going home

The beauty of rust is what it’s not.

A rusting Gun Carriage on the Norwegian coast

Today Mish prompts us to write about beauty in what’s ugly at dVerse. I cannot say that rusting machinery is beautiful even in a gorgeous setting, but knowing what it is makes it a true beauty.

Also linking to the Tuesday platform at toads

October 16, 2018

42 responses to “Beauty of Rust

  1. A via negativa that leads to these incredible lines:
    ‘The beauty of rust is the silence
    of iron tongued menace,
    of boots left unpolished
    of seaweed and men going home’

  2. “The beauty of rust is what it’s not.” Brilliant, Björn, seriously brilliant. It’s such a powerful sentiment and you’ve succeeded in making me see rust in a new, beautiful way!

  3. This is wonderful, Bjorn. The negatives add up to the positive….the absence of the weaponry’s ability to anhilate, the empty shoes of the men gone home from war … and sadly too, I think of the rust and mold on the old tombstones. The beauty of rust is what it’s not. I really enjoyed this one!

  4. I love specially the last verse:

    The beauty of rust is the silence
    of iron tongued menace,
    of boots left unpolished
    of seaweed and men going home

  5. sometimes the power is in what remains – not for the object itself, which sometimes becomes more empty-for-full waste, – but rather, for the strength of the endings, which are actually beginnings and life sparking back into itself.

    I really like how you’ve taken all of this, and these ideas, and chosen to use it, the colour rust – which carries so many connotations, and breathed a new life from the dried blood and fields – and specifically direct us to remember – the ones who, often, we do forget – the ones who were spared ….

    great poeming Bjorn

  6. “is what is not”
    That’s such a good point at which to ponder remains.
    Trending back to history and what it has left us

    much love…

  7. you made me see the beauty in what rust can become and leave as a legacy – like even time cannot erode its beauty in fact enhance it

  8. Such interesting thoughts — “the beauty of rust is what it’s not”: it is such a thought-provoking line. I like how you feature different rusted surfaces denoting different scenarios that may be construed as beautiful in their own right. The use of negation in the first two stanzas is so well done.
    I have always found rust rather beautiful because it has a certain nostalgia attached to it — it signifies to me the passing of time — the thought of old iron bars and gates, keyrings, locks, et al. make me smile.

    Very well-penned, Bjorn! 🙂

    • Forgive my 3 comments! The cybergremlins have been busy apparently. Each time it told me my comment was refused, until suddenly all 3 appeared! . Mutter, mutter, swear, swear ……

  9. This demanded my attention with the repetition and seriously should with it’s theme. I also loved the idea of beauty lying in what “is not”.

  10. The beauty of rust is the silence
    of iron tongued menace,
    of boots left unpolished
    of seaweed and men going home.

    How you breathe life to this rather non living thing. Amazing, Bjorn!

  11. kaykuala

    Rust like an old jalopy has that certain attraction to make it ‘beautiful’. No wonder vintage cars are more expensive and appreciating in value!
    Great subject Bjorn!

    Hank

  12. Oh this is just such a wonderful poem. The tone is immaculate.. you hold the reader in suspense, and the reveal carries intense weight.

  13. The beauty of instruments of violence left behind, and how their rusty fall into ruin brings forth that greater beauty through that growing ugliness. Deep thoughts, so well expressed!

  14. Very nice, Bjorn. What you saw no one saw in this rusting old piece until you told us. There is at least one true story behind every rusting hunk and many more that could be imagined. Some we won’t ever know the true.
    ..

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