It was neither your wild woes
nor the cesspool from which
you had me salvage
the violent stars you craved;
I never heard the muted woodwinds
~ beseeching me to linger ~
only the barking harbor seals,
brought waterfront farewell,
but I left my dreams ashore
ribbon tied and shrined in silk
for you, to never find again.
Today Merrill hosts poetics at dVerse and asks us to write a poem about bridges or as a bridge poem (or a puente) with two stanzas of the same line bridged by one single line. bridging the two other stanzas.
April 27, 2021
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Beautifully haunting Bjorn. That last line was piercing and the bridge line was perfect!
This is exquisitely woven, Bjorn! 😀 The bridge here works so well to depict the complexity of relationships. I especially like; “the violent stars you craved; I never heard the muted woodwinds.” 💝
I love the idea of ‘violent stars’ and ‘muted woodwinds’, Björn, and the way you linked them to ‘barking harbor seals’ – what a wany to burn your bridges!
That should read ‘what a way to burn your bridges’!
That bridging line is perfect. The whole poem is like a dreamscape. The negatives work well. The shredding of dreams–regretful, but necessary.
The image works well with the poem, too.
This is utterly captivating Bjorn!
up to your normal high stanard, works well. loved the image of craving violent stars
This is a beautiful heartbreaker, Bjorn. Loved the atmosphere here, I could just picture a windy beach on the North Sea!
This one I will have to read a few more times to sort out. What I see now is the water, the tempest, the noise, the unsavory demands, the weariness, the turning away, and the hope yet alive for true contentment. Beautiful piece of writing, Bjorn.
This feel ps just like a tug-of-war with that line in the middle being pulled in either direction. Nicely done!
Deep & auditory, Bjorn. Well done.
What a stunningly moving piece Bjorn. Those last three lines are so haunting. Thank you
Gorgeous.
It is a wonderfully textured piece, romantic, classic and sad. Your first stanza outlines your servitude, the second your egress and freedom, bridged perfectly. I liked “I left my dreams ashore, ribbon-tied and shrined in silk for you” followed by the twist; fantastic.
So haunting and tragic. What a twist!
This has such a sadness to it. Perfect title and bridge line.
Exquisite bridge line! A tender puente that even includes barking harbor seals, what’s not to love!? 💖
I’ve been watching Ken Burns’ epic series on Ernest Hemingway … it might be because I’ve immersed myself in the writer’s life most of this afternoon/evening …. the words of your amazing puente remind me of him. Lisa’s comment comes close to what I am feeling. Cheers.
I definitely felt the textures of silk, and force of emotion. Well penned!
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That bridge line is perfect. “I left my dreams ashore, ribbon-tied and shrined in silk for you” Beautifully haunting.
Sorry about the confusing posts, was having difficulty — Ok now. Strong piece, dark but powerful.
I understand… no problem. I have had problems with comments in the past, and sometimes things end up in the spam for some reason. I try to clean it regularly … but I have never found any of your comments there.
There’s a haunted feel to the first stanza that spurs the dash for freedom in the second, beautifully done Bjorn!
So densely packed with meaning. I especially love the idea of “muted woodwinds”. A poem “beseeching me to linger”.
but I left my dreams ashore
ribbon tied and shrined in silk
How many ways do we enshrine our dreams? I can see them…(K)
a haunting dark piece, our choice to linger or not … love is fickle
I felt a sense of ongoing loss.
What a beautiful and yet so very sad image.
” I left my dreams ashore
ribbon tied and shrined in silk
for you, to never find again.”
Some bridges are better left uncrossed – or never crossed again.
This one aches so much.