You were never the honeysuckle scent
laden with a lushness of lust, not
the blush of a rosebud released from
its dew-prison a morning in June.
You are my breeze in the bending of wheat,
in swells; that gold in the movement of leaves,
You are the leavening raising my dough,
you’re the salt and bitterness buried in soil.
You are in my arms, stronger and better
when we stand on the pavement
wet from the rain that’s lashing your hair.
We gaze at the sky, forgiving our lapse
in consuming the love that was handed
in the pillowy loaves, pregnant with wheat.
Rosemary guest hosts at dVerse with a prompt on wheat giving us some great example of Pablo Neruda’s use of wheat. I combined that with the art of Vincent van Gogh who have many paintings of wheat.
October 25, 2020
A one of a kind love poem, Bjorn. The depth of it takes my breath away.
Wow! This is indeed breathtaking and utterly beautiful. The way you entwine the imagery throughout your words is lovely, and the theme is communicated beautifully.
enjoying the mix of metaphors here, and Gogh’s golden art compliments the sensual beauty you convey
A beautiful love poem. You made wheat sexy! ☺️
You had me at “laden with the lushness of lust”. Sensual, romantic, enigmatic…”pregnant with wheat” indeed.
Excellent, Bjorn. Ripe and rich.
I am literally swooning right now 😀
What stunning words of love, as only you can coin! Bravo
Such passion and depth of emotions, inspired by Neruda’s poems. I specially admire:
You are the leavening raising my dough,
you’re the salt and bitterness buried in soil.
That pregnant with wheat, is filled with symbolism, with plenty & harvest.
This amazes me. You can romanticize anything.
kaykuala
You are in my arms, stronger and better
when we stand on the pavement
wet from the rain that’s lashing your hair.
Even in adverse conditions, the words of love can sustain two souls and hold on their own!
Hank
A lovely and sensual piece, Bjorn.
Wow!!!♥️♥️
Pat
This is absolutely gorgeous, Bjorn!
A beautiful love poem! I love the Van Gogh too, and my favourite line: ‘you’re the salt and bitterness buried in soil’ – it’s so unexpected in a love poem, so unsentimental yet moving.
This is not the first time you and I have turned to van Gogh for inspiration, and I’m sure it won’t be the last, Björn. Those born on the land have a strong affiliation with it, with the plants that give them sustenance and wildflowers, which you have expressed so beautifully in the second stanza. You even made dough and loaves of bread sound romantic!
By the way, when I was reading your poem, I clicked on something by mistake and got a message that you were being sent a message. Please ignore it.
I think that loaf’s risen far enough; time to pop it in the oven…
the subtle and tasteful sensuality is such a beautiful ode to Pablo Neruda, Bjorn. aaah. so beautiful.
Beautiful Bjorn, I probably would have written about ergot!
Powerful in its lust. And I adore Van Gogh so this poem, I savored in all its details and repetition of the direct comments to the reader, “You” who is the person the writer loves. Just a wonderful poem!