It is never the spike
but the hammers that cause
the damage from strikes;
while breaking the laws
and resilience of timber
to build you a cabin
burning warm in the tinder
you sleep in your satin,
dreaming of trees
sacrificed, setting you free.
A second Quadrille for De at dVerse.
“I’d rather be a hammer than a nail”
—
March 11, 2019
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Beautiful poem! How did you come up with the idea for it?
I actually let the rhymes let me lead me… but it started writing a poem using the word spike.
I love the pace and rhythm of this quadrille, Björn, the fall of the hammer and the thought of dreaming of trees in a cosy cabin in the words – my perfect dream! One small grammatical thing – it should be ‘the hammer that causes the damage…’ but then it wouldn’t rhyme with ‘laws’.
Ouch- need to find a solution for that
You could try ‘but a hammer will cause…’
You could make hammer pleural
Or —
It is never the spike
but the hammer, the cause
of damage from strikes;
Love this, B. Maybe pluralize hammer, to solve your grammar issue? (That said, I am ALWAYS, ever impressed that you write in your second language.) 🙂
It lent itself nicely to rhyme.
This was inventively crafted and married wonderfully to the picture – but it irritates the tree-hugger in me…
Speaks of the dreams that are pounded into the timber along with the spikes. Beautiful.
Those trees sacrificed to build a cabin…love the cozy warmth, but sad for the killing of trees.
Wonderful and sensitive poem Björn. The hammer causes the damage
as the spike wouldn’t reach far without. A deep thought on many levels.
I love those cosy red painted cabins in the forests or by the lakes.
Forestry being 100% managed in Sweden gives comfort.
Thanks also for the music, love ‘ Condor Pasa’.
Miriam
This is an incredibly exquisite poem, Bjorn! ❤️ Perfect! 🙂
Reaping the fruits of one’s labors.
Nice remembrance of those sacrificed trees.
Nice take on the prompt … we want nature yet still destroy it ….