I walk into the verdant woods alone
my boots are drums and breeze in leaves the strings
a sudden bird-song interrupts; a flute
to hail the morning sun in open glades.
I stroll without a goal, just led by chance
at every cross-road left or right, I turn
or stray and let my feet decide, no thoughts
of purpose, duty or intent disturb
I only hear my boots, the wind and birds
until I’m home again, relieved, reborn.
up and down the trunk
two edgy squirrels running —
lacking a reason
Today we are writing an iambic pentameter at dVerse with Ingrid trying to emphasize the walking rhythm and the beats we feel in words. I wrote a small piece of blank verse (no rhymes), and complemented with a haiku to really make this into a blank-verse haibun. Spring will come.
February 8, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Beautiful. Elegantly written. Very much love this piece! 😊
The walking meter really comes through. Very good poem.
I love the idea of combining blank verse into the haibun form: it can be written almost as prose, and I feel as though we are walking towards spring here: a most welcome feeling!
Let me just echo Ingrid’s comment. Great idea to combine the forms. Salute, Bjorn!
I notice a light step in your walk…in this awakening the verse is very complacent and compliant, genteel and positive..
Bjorn, you composed this in such a way that the reader has to slow down to read it, like a person who is walking in the woods with no purpose. You did it flawlessly. That’s one of the things I don’t like with the new fitness group I do activities with; they do it with purpose and do not slow down to appreciate what’s around them.
p.s. your haiku reminds me of a line of verse from the dao de jing: “doing nothing, yet nothing is left undone.”
p.p.s. the poem reminds me of it also, but in another way.
You can be very busy lacking purpose…
You have a good ear for rhythm. Good one.
Really enjoyed your walk Bjorn, thank you for taking me along… 🙂
Bravo. Nice one
Much love…
I enjoyed this Bjorn, walking without a goal often leads to unexpected wonders. That last two lines really brings the journey home.
Sometimes it’s wonderful to just wander aimlessly. It is truly rejuvenating. Loved this piece Bjorn!
Björn,
I would love to do this!
Beautifully written ❤
-David
until I’m home again, relieved, reborn.
A sense of relief descends on the reader with this line.
Ah, this is how I walk through the wooded parts surrounding our smallish city. Letting go of whatever takes unnecessary energy, freeing my mind to wander, take it all in. Your poem is beautiful. The haiku an inspired ending.
“my boots are drums and breeze in leaves the strings” – absolutely love this line, and will recall it whenever I am out on a walk. It makes me think of your poem as a musical invitation to create together with the world.
This is lovely, Bjorn. I did not take the time to count iambs and feet, I only knew I enjoyed the read!!
I’m reading Homer and he doesn’t have anything on you!!
I wish I knew how to read ancient Greek. That way I could know how Home actually wrote.
I just loved this. Such an experience is exactly what I desire right now,just wander where your feet take you,unmindful of your destination. Also,this idea of writing a blank verse haibun sounds really cool! 🙂
This marrying of form is exceptional! I also love how you take the reader with you on the walk.
Yes, spring will come.
A great walk in the woods. Squirrels are like that… and full of indecision on the street!
You had me at ‘I walk into the verdant woods alone my boots are drums and breeze in leaves the strings’. Wonderfully penned!
Your images refreshed me too. (K)
Some walks are like that, relaxed and unintentional, or maybe that is the intention.
what a wonderful way to experience a walk – accompanied by the rhythm of your feet and the music of nature.
I felt like I was there with you. A lovely walk and well-crafted poem.
I love the rhythm of your boots, and the freshness of it all.
I like this poem. It has a smooth flow to the words.