It’s not from fear or might
declaring knowledge — or what’s right.
It’s not from snow-capped peaks,
or rowdy waterfalls — but how we seek
for questions in the hearts of flowers
or how grass may bend to powers
from the sudden gale or the wonder
of pale reflected sunshine-noon
in midnight-language of the moon.
The Thinker by Auguste Rodin
Linked to the toads, on the prompt wonder. Also linking up to Poetry Pantry.
55 words for the weekend.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
wondrous indeed!
I feel the cohesiveness of what you write. You make it look easy, Bjorn.
” but how we seek
for questions in the hearts of flowers”
Spiritual and lyrical, the rhymes sing.
How we seek… beautiful
Oh my goodness, Bjorn, this is so absolutely beautiful. I would want this for a Poem of the Week, were my retirement not so soon. Truly a beauty.
The final lines gave me chills, here in 35C weather. I felt this!
Finding answers in the world around us – such a thoughtful poem
We end up providing partial answers within the questions themselves. I really like the imagery here.
Your poem hits the spot, Björn, especially the lines:
‘…how we seek
for questions in the hearts of flowers
or how grass may bend to powers’,
all of which I experienced with my grandson last week!
“the wonder of pale reflected sunshine-noon in midnight-language of the moon” – this line really captured me, how different the world feels in moonlight.
Lyrical lines, Björn!
To seek and to question — we must never lose those abilities!
I’m sure I’ve heard the moon’s midnight language at times, and have not understood a word of it. Ah, me!
This is perfection, every word. I love your conception of how the sun speaks to us through the language of the moon, so that in truth they become one. Just lovely.
It’s not the answers but the questions that provide enlightenment. How very thought provoking!
My goodness this is good! ❤️ The closing lines gave me goosebumps!
Seek and one can find many things. I especially like the line about the mid-night language of the moon. There is magic in that language and I would gladly bathe in the wonderment.
I love the rhyme and flow of thought here Bjorn! The glorious life around us shall always inspire the pondering and wonder of man. Lovely writing indeed!!
Ah. I love when you got to: we seek for questions in the hearts of flowers, the bending grass and midnight language of moon. Speaking my language.
Awesome work indeed, Sir. Especially dig the closing couplet. Well Done!
May we never stop seeking…
Well I agree with all the other comments Bjorn. The world is beautiful and not for trashing.
What stunning language and flow in this poem, Bjorn. Also, thanks for posting my favorite statue!
This is really wonderful. I do so love rhyme – done well – and this is masterful. Really, this should be posted on plaques in places where people think (sadly, not everywhere) as, clearly, there is a lot to think on here.
midnight language of the moon – fabulous imagery!
Beautifully said, Bjorn!
it is this sense of wonder and curiosity that got us to the moon and gave us the internet.
Great poem, Bjorn!
I wonder…
I think you stopped hearts with ‘midnight language of the moon.’