This poem is not an oak, ancient, sturdy, leafladen,
but a wiry willow, windbent, waiting
in the brisk of breeze to shred its leaves.
This poem is not a scent of sandalwood
weighted with the gait of an aging man
but the last whiff of rosehips, melting
in your morning tea.
This poem is a poem — a pebble tumbling
slowly in the stagnant stream
with newly fallen willow leaves.
This poem is the first and final days before the frost.
Today Jilly want’s us to write poem with repetition at dVerse. Join us..
October 25, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Hmm. Makes me think of Shakira, paying the aging librarian a visit. A lapdance, maybe. While he can still move *his* hips.
Ha… I think his heart would have a hard time taking that.
Tee hee. Probably so. Maybe she should just come over for tea, then. 😉
I like this poem, for what it is and what it isn’t. 🙂
Oh, nice use of repetition with this! ‘This poem is’ clever and delightful!
I like this poem immensely. I especially like the last line of what this poem is.
I especially liked that part too😊
Love that repetition – it’s a subtle way of doing it. Such a lovely poem, evoking some wintry pleasures.
/This poem is/ wonderful! It plays with repetition artfully, and works so well as a trumpeter for Fall, giving frost the spotlight. /This poem is not/
dull–it’s one of your finest.
Stunning! Loved the poetic devices you’ve used – so much so, that they “disappear” for the great use of word phrases and images – which leaves this poem literally dancing on the tongue and the mind and heart filled with its overflowing richness – (rose hips are chalk full of vitamin C – and this poem makes me want them, badly) … 😀
Nice last line with “first”, “final” and “frost” tying it together.
Loved it! I felt all the beauty of nature and fall and ready for the next chapter. 🙂
Beautiful description of the trees! I love your work, Björn.
I love the scent of last whiff of rosehips, melting
in your morning tea. This poem is elegant as the willow leaves.
Nice use of repetition and a lovely poem of ‘before’ the winter coming.
Nicely done.
You had me at “this poem…” I love those! Great write!
Love it …the use of repetition, the pace…perfection!
Creative use of repetition😊. Nicely done.
Pat
Excellent, sir!
I surely love ‘this poemk
A nice via negative and great use of repetition, Björn. I especially enjoyed the different scents and the lines ‘weighted with the gait of an aging man’ and ‘a pebble tumbling / slowly in the stagnant stream’. You have captured those ‘first and final days before the frost’.
a poem that wanted to be and tried to be, like the little engine that tried and never gave up
I like the use of rosehip in your tea. It draws me in to the feel of Winter
Yes, the whiff of rose hips melting in a cup of tea…perfect for the first day of frost!
Your descriptions of Fall taking its toll are really great! Winter is just around the corner!
Always a pleasure to read your work.