Remember once
we confluenced
converged as water
as the common tributaries;
when we were humans,
ocean-veins,
gravitating in a common
curiosity of salt;
before we solitaired
sheltered, swamped
in COVID-angst
while defying gravity
swamped and staled to puddles
dirt-soaked, waiting
Let there be rain again,
to set us free from bogs and ditch
so we may river-foam,
roar and water-waltz,
and seek the estuaries at rivers-end.
Today I host at dVerse and I want you to think about verbing. The process of making verbs out of nouns.
August 27, 2020
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Yes, may it be so Bjorn… 🙂 …and waterwheeled off to bliss!
My daughter has just bought a puddle-suit for outside play when Lucas starts nursery on 7th September – it’s pale blue with dinosaurs. I love this poem and the verbifications you have included, Björn! I enjoy a good stamp in puddles too. I also love the phrase ‘ocean-veins, / gravitating in a common / curiosity of salt’ and the lines:
‘Let there be rain again,
to set us free from bogs and ditch
so we may river-foam,
roar and water-waltz,
and seek the estuaries at rivers-end.’
I love your title. It’s surely what it feels like 😦
There is nothing better than stomping through puddles, at any age. Give such a sense of joy and abandonment of all cares 🙂 Love especially that last stanza!
Yes, let there be rain! You have such interesting imagery here, I’m feeling pretty inspired by it.
“ocean-veins,
gravitating in a common
curiosity of salt;
before we solitaired…”
This is brilliant phrasing. I still can’t get over “ocean veins” and “solitaired”. I’m feeling pretty submerged in your imagery. Pun fully intended. 😉 But, really, I love the water imagery and I can just immerse myself into that feeling. We all feel like we’re in a drought with COVID-19. That resonates with me as well.
Very beautiful piece, and what a creative prompt you had for us today. Thank you for it. ❤
I can relate so much to “Being Puddled” Thank you for these images🌹👍🙏
An excellent illustration for your prompt. This task seems to tweak our poems into an abstract landscape, like writing labels for Pollack paintings.
A great metaphor for how we are all feeling – cut off and a little bit muddied. Your final stanza is glorious – yes, I want to “river-foam,
roar and water-waltz”
feel like I’ve been nouned …
we aussies call it piddled, or is that riddled
love the idea of ” river-foam,
roar and water-waltz,”
Covid 19 has angsted me until I’m fairly staled, for sure! Brilliant fun with words, Bjorn.
Life is water. We just have to let it flow.
I can so relate with COVID angst. My favorite part is the last stanza with:
so we may river-foam,
roar and water-waltz,
and seek the estuaries at rivers-end.
And THAT is how it’s done, Ladies and Gentlemen!
Like Grace, my favorite lines:
“…so we may river-foam,
roar and water-waltz,”
You da man, BR
Love the last three lines and the common curiosity of salt. Great run all the way through.
This is some fantastic metaphor.
Love all of it.
I was hooked by the title and didn’t let go til the last line! You are a verb-master!
This is so very good, Björn!
crap. accidentally hit ‘send’ before I was ready! This was full of such wonderful imagery.
kaykuala
to set us free from bogs and ditch
so we may river-foam,
roar and water-waltz,
Grand designs of verbing rightly done.
Hank
Wonderful verbing! One day maybe I will be a poet of verbing. For now, a slow-rising tide.
I love the idea of verbing. You mastered it with this piece!
Verbify ~ what a wonderful exercise. You performed it beautifully.
I love the image of seeking estuaries at rivers ends. Great use of the noun/verbs,,, Coviding seems to work well as a subject!
Remember once
we confluenced
converged as water
before we solitaired
sheltered, swamped
— You have verbed these nouns so beautifully, Bjorn…weaving them into a collective prayer. The end was winging its way into all of our hearts. 🙏
so we may river-foam,
roar and water-waltz
Brilliant Bjorn you ace-ed it!