From the mire
of my dainty day-dreams,
are my snow-flakes
waxing tentacle-tender
snarling
as slowly
as the pleasure of pain.
Behold these my lucid farrows,
eluding the grapple
of my waning grasp
as pearls from tissue,
mud-born prickling,
piercing
the wild bleat of a pale heat.
Enchanting and gifted as this:
the palmed rose boldly
sprouting
from a beautiful corpse
as plucked feathers of hope
decaying
in the nulled marrow of me.
Today Laura hosts at dVerse and introduces the poetry of Samuel Greenberg. She wants us to select exactly five of the “charms” from a list taken from the poem The pale Impromptu”
Dim Accuracy; Candle salve; Consumed moon;
Eyes jealousy; Fouls deviation; Grey life;
Hearts brow; Lucid farrows; Nulling marrows;
Painted mirth; Pale heat; Palmed rose;
Pearls from tissue; Pellucid quest; Royal flesh;
Skulls of saints; Slime pigments; Spiritual songs;
Solitudes wish; Times chant; Yellow dreams;
October 20, 2020
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Beautiful and dark. So mesmerizing!
Bjorn- Perfect image to go with your tantalizing words.
wonderfully worked in the visuals for the image – and excellent discrete use of the prompts too. These lines charmed me utterly
“From the mire
of my dainty day-dreams,
are my snow-flakes”
This is incredibly gorgeous, Bjorn! I so admire the seamless way in which you have incorporated Greenberg’s chants especially;
“Behold these my lucid farrows,
eluding the grapple
of my waning grasp
as pearls from tissue,
mud-born prickling,
piercing
the wild bleat of a pale heat.”
Woww!!! 😀
So glad you took the name of the artwork and made it the title of your poem – I hate to see a great title go to waste, Björn. We chose some of the same charms, too. I especially like ‘waxing tentacle-tender’ and ‘grapple of my waning grasp’, and the internal rhyme in ‘the wild bleat of a pale heat’. I love the astonishing image in the lines:
‘the palmed rose boldly
sprouting
from a beautiful corpse’.
Very much in Greenberg’s style.
the palmed rose boldly
sprouting
from a beautiful corpse
I love that – this is a fever dream of a poem. You pile it up beautifullly.
Wonderful surrealist poem. So like the tension between opposites – ‘…tentacle tender as snarling pain…’ – it’s like two ends of an electrode – and the words spark between them – disconcerting and bright. I particularly liked the last stanza – the rose image in the first part – despair feathers in the second – and the ‘nulled marrow’ conclusion. Says it all really.
Wonderfully imaginative and dark.
masterful flow of the prompts in a delightfully intense manner!
You’ve outdone yourself with this one. It is rife with the spirit and language of Greenberg, and it presents with a Kafkaesque mating with an e.e. cummings–delicious and surreal. You’ve taken your own darkness and rocked the hell out of the prompt.
kaykuala
Enchanting and gifted as this:
the palmed rose boldly
sprouting
A perfect pic of life to begin its adventure. One can feel the movements of wanting to be up and be counted.
Hank
So many great lines! I just thought the whole poem was brilliant. I could feel the pearls slip through the tissue. so sad…
Bjorn, I think Greenberg’s charms are especially suited to your style of poetry. You have taken them and woven them into something unique and magical!
As surreal as the painting. As surreal as Greenberg.
Excellent weaving of prompts in your dark and magical piece.
You’ve made Greenberg’s phrases your own. (K)