I write — in company of dreams,
and squirrels, with an online dictionary
in memories of woods.
I write — imagining the shape of waves
and footpaths marked by cairns leading
over ridges into hidden valleys.
I write — with hands on the keyboard,
fingertapping blood and bones where
symphonies of torment raise to poetry.
Scholastica (Bad Dream) by M.C. Escher
I write wherever I find a way to do it, my computer having all the material I need. For Toni at toads. I have used exactly 55 words as well, and will link up to Poetry Pantry in the morning.
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October 27, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
“fingertapping blood and bones where
symphonies of torment raise to poetry” Such an apt description…love it
Excellent. I love the fingertapping blood and bones. Thank you for writing to my prompt!
Ah, “an online dictionary in memories of woods” is quite something; it shall be imbibed by all of us perhaps, as its impact is evident in your rich language and wonderful phrasing.
Beautiful! 🙂
Oh, I like the idea of writing imagining the shape of waves and footprints! However one manages to be inspired to write, it is a good thing!
How our imaginations must work overtime to create or poetic works, but what pleasure it gives us despite the carnage (in your case!).
I so agree.. need the keyboard when those symphonies of torment rise.. I tried notebook and pencil but that just doesn’t work!!
Writing in the company of dreams and squirrels – I have a few of them in the garden! I love the lines:
‘…imagining the shape of waves
and footpaths marked by cairns leading
over ridges into hidden valleys’
and
‘fingertapping blood and bones where
symphonies of torment raise to poetry’.
It starts off cute then heads to darker territory. As poets, we visit so many landscapes and explore so many moods as frequently as our writerly urges compel us to.
I love the second one, and the part everyone else pointed out.
kaykuala
fingertapping blood and bones where
symphonies of torment raise to poetry.
It could be very trying. It certainly wasn’t easy to write poetry.
Hank
Love the last line especially. Mine is kind of the opposite of this today.
Love this especially; “I write — imagining the shape of waves and footpaths marked by cairns leading over ridges into hidden valleys.” 🙂
Writing wherever you are and however you find a means to do it is an essential practise. Nothing must get in the way of our writing—not even squirrels, cairns, or the torment of our inner demons. I learned over the summer how to scribble poems in a tiny notebook while I traveled. Some of them I could barely read, but the scribbles were enough to sustain me until I could get back to my laptop.
“…cairns over ridges leading into hidden valleys”… what a lovely word picture.
There must be a symbolic location for the place where one’s work comes to pass, and you mark it well. “Cairns over ridges leading into hidden valleys” is so much the mythic background of the work.
Write wherever and whenever you please. I love that you do.
awesome! just awesome …. an epic journey into the wilds, where anything and everything is possible, in the magic and revelations, as well as creation ….
I loved this poem, this exploration, from start to finish.
“symphonies of torment raise to poetry.”
Writing is definetly not always a pmeasant or easy task
Thanks for dropping by my sumi-e Sunday Björn
Much❤love
I thank heaven for this writing that we do to chart our journey. I love this, Bjorn.
Such marvelous external/internal environments–I hope not all the outcome is through symphonies of torment. For these times, maybe that is where we are, tapping the bones and blood. Or, maybe it is just October, autumn, Halloween?
The last stanza is delicious–the visuals, the sounds, the reality of the imagery… I wish I had written it. I, too, write there.
I love it! This is wonderful – it really resonated with me. The second stanza, in particular – WOOZERS – blows me away. What a connect between image and inspiration!
I often write in the company of dreams. I use whatever is around to capture my thoughts paper, pen and paper. I have written on napkins even birch tree skins as the trees gave me a verse.
this is great! the last stanza really resonates with me. i use the computer to write most of the poetry now, but i still keep a pencil and paper handy in case i feel like going back to old school. 🙂
Whoa…how beautiful!
In the company of dreams and squirrels – sounds perfect to me.
These are very specific and individual ways of writing. Yet, you have written of them so beautifully, you seem to touch on the universal, and give me the illusion of sharing the experience – even though, just for instance, there are no squirrels in Australia. It makes a delightful read.