and fold your syllables
to paper planes
or crease them into cranes.
to be sacred with those words
from windows to be shared.
a puppeteer of sense
bleeding paper trails with ink
building phrases, roads or bridges.
being taller, louder
sacrificed to streets below.
Kerry has brought the work of David Bülow to our attention at toads… my thoughts lead me to think of the way a poem can leave the poet and be read by the world.
Also linked to Poetry Pantry
February 2, 2019
This is really a wonderfully poetic description of how poems are born and dispersed! Bravo!
Another winner, Bjorn. Each poem is one of our children, nurtured, watched, grows, until it has wings — then we watch it fly. The origami theme is fabulous.
I love this especially; “Imagine paper to be sacred with those words
released from windows to be shared.” Wow!! ❤️
I think your poem captured his postures perfectly. He looks so relaxed, as if his thoughts (his imaginings) are making it all happen right in front of his eyes… and ours.
Imagery of your words, vivid. 🙂
It’s always amazing how an image can spawn such different ideas and poems, and so similar, too. I love those origami words and the thought of folding syllables into paper planes and cranes, paper sacred with words, and the ‘puppeteer of sense / bleeding paper trails with ink’.
being taller, louder
sacrificed to streets below…. that is fascinating.. a poem released like an origami crane..to just lie in the dust and rain… or whatever else its fate will bring. Sacrifice is a great word here!
Curiously the first job I had, I did join in with the other employee in making paper planes and flying them in the office or even out the window…when the boss was out!
Words can create wonders. Always lovely to experience the magic of words.
My WOW Gadgets – Anita
I think the train of thought you have followed fits the image perfectly. I also saw something of the poet setting his words free through the construct of the built up surroundings. You have expressed that very well.
I love this idea of poetry, subtly floating around us and once we unfold the lines to find the meanings, worlds fall out of them.
I LOVE the idea of origami poems, sent flying out into the world. How cool.
Imagine poems as skyscrapers and words as windows. I love this .
It makes me wish I wrote it!
This is so well said: “Imagine poems/being taller, louder/sacrificed to streets below.”
Such a wonderful ekphrastic verse, Bjorn. Your words compliment the image so well.
I really enjoyed this Bjorn especially the first verse creasing words into cranes. Love it!
I would like to learn to fold a crane, and release it to the wind. A very percious poem.
Love this imaginative poem. Wish I could mak it origami and let it flow through the world. Lovely writing.
Inspired take on this prompt, Björn.
Imagine having an imagination like yours! enjoyed every paper-chase line of this poem especially the opening
Really love this take on poetry…although, it also gives me pause. The ideas of sacrifice and sacred make me shy away, sometimes, from the page.
As always your writing transcends me to a different plane.
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Oh my goodness! So many things can be done with words. You’ve given us a compelling vision for using them wisely.
Wonderful piece on poetry.
We were both making paper planes. Mine more of a dark flight. Maybe I should fold my words into paper and see how far they can fly. Love this poem!
Hiya Bjorn! I really like how this poem progresses in its imagery. First, the narrator starts by imagining the light hearted origami, then the poems finding flight and being received by others, then the dark puppeteering. It’s as if the longer the narrator thinks about the freedom of the pages, the more dark the outcome. Well done and viva la!
I love the idea of being ‘a puppeteer of sense’. I’ll take that any day 🙂
i can totally feel this in my soul. ❤
‘Imagine’ is an awesome word to repeat in a poem, and you have done that to great effect with your use of anaphora repetition in this piece.
“If the tree falls and no one hears, …”
If the poem is written but no one reads it, is it a poem?
I really enjoyed your interpretation of the art Bjorn.
Imagine all the people, living life in peace.
Wow, love where you went with this.