My love for you is not the pinkish softness
of a kitten’s paw,
it’s not the brightness of a summer solstice,
not the nausea of honeysuckled sweetness in June
but the burning throbs of ambiguity
in autumn sunrise.
My love for you is morning haze
of late September,
it’s the waltzing fumes on water
and the teasing sun who kisses
blush on aging foliage.
I love you with my fingers buried
with the earthworms deep in compost.
with butter melting on my new potatoes,
I love you more than honks from geese
that’s leaving for the south.
I love you falling further — darker.
Autumn by Konstantin Korovin
Today I host at dVerse MTB, and I want us all to write with metaphors as strong as you possibly can.
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September 26, 2019
The depth of this love, the intensity – this is an adult love. Your metaphors are well chosen.
Thank you… glad it came across.
Wow, I love this very much Bjorn. This reflects the intensity and heat of autumn season.
I would love to receive such a gorgeous love poem, Björn – your wife is a very lucky woman! Such stunning metaphors to choose a favourite from, so I’ve chosen two:
‘not the nausea of honeysuckled sweetness in June
but the burning throbs of ambiguity
in autumn sunrise’;
and
‘I love you with my fingers buried
with the earthworms deep in compost.
with butter melting on my new potatoes’.
Really wonderful poem Bjorn. Reminds me a little of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130. I love earthworm deep and butter melting on new potato. Very vivid images that create almost a physical connection.
A wonderful story of love. I love the earthworms and the potatoes and the honking geese. A genuine wonderful love here.
I like the phrase “burning throbs of ambiguity”.
You had me at /it’s the waltzing fumes on water/, with clever, wonderful metaphors, and an intriguing duality of love poem to lover or to autumn, or both. I chose Love as my focus tonight as well. I wonder how many more did?
Masterful use of metaphors.
“the teasing sun who kisses / blush on aging foliage”
lends the truest sincerity to this.
Oh, my! This is awesome!
I especially love
“waltzing fumes on water.”
Bjorn, a poem not soon forgotten. I feel this one in my bones.
I love the butter on potatoes. It is so vivid I can see and taste it. A wonderful poem of love.
Autumn love. Deeper, earthier. I really like this.
What a beautiful love poem! Such great imagery!
fingers deep in compost…. melted butter on new potatoes…
wonderful!
I love the diverse descriptions of love that leaves room for much interpretation!
a very intense and deep love conveyed here!
I suspect that you wore your “Poe” hat when you wrote this.
… falling further, darker … the felling of more, much more.
This was so wonderful!
This is a realistic yet very endearing picture of enduring love. Fingers in compost – true love 😉
What a beautiful love poem, and may I say your wife is one fortunate woman!
sigh – love beautifully expressed.
Good stuff, Bjorn…I like, in particular “waltzing fumes on water” and the
non-conventionality of the metaphors.
great job Bjorn, of depicting a love that is beyond the frivolity of youth. mature, deep, rich.
Ai wonder if you are able to remember all those English words and phrases, Bjørn, and aI admire your work. Please recall “sivil ulydighet”. That is a Norwegian phrase, you know. Showing counts. Ai love you too, and aI get to think; wandering is not so bad. One might be constituted by. The mountains …
Excellent use of metaphor Björn! Creatively conceived, and very effective!
I can just picture this, “the teasing sun who kisses
blush on aging foliage.” Love is so much bigger and deeper than red hearts.
Wow, that was probably my favorite poem of yours and of the ones I have read while replying. Unique, earthly beautiful and brings to mind the full spectrum of a long loving life.
(Sorry, I’m a bit late in reviewing this challenge)