It’s not from wind or salt
not the fault of savage rain
ripping petals from our plum-tree
barely sprung a-bloom,
it’s neither ice nor pain,
not wildness of the waves
but a void of unimportance,
the mundane silence
of a phone line leading no-
where.
Tamara de Lempicka
The word of the quadrille at dVerse today is salt. De hosts, and the bar opens soon.
February 21, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This takes me back in time to the days when people would be left ‘hanging on the telephone.’ Nicely done!
That’s the one!
LOVE that isolated word at the end, especially. And those wild waves. Oh, how I long for the ocean.
a really great leap of imagination from the salt prompt to “a void of unimportance,”
The storm of mundane silence is deafening, charging the air, waiting for a burst of some kind of relief. I love the artwork you chose, such beautiful light shadowed by her expression.
That mundane silence–is so loud.
Wonderfully done, Björn.
“not the fault of savage rain
ripping petals from our plum-tree
barely sprung a-bloom,
it’s neither ice nor pain”
Very pretty. The rhythm is so perfect through to that intriguing last line break.
The young blooms torn away make me think of a missing daughter and another dead end while the police are searching for her.
often not the sins of commission, but of omission, hurt people more
Your end-break really works. Nicely done.
I love the numbing and feeling sensations mixed up here. That empty phone line–it’s moving and mundane.
Oh, Björn, I love your poetry.
❤
David
It is, yes, exactly that…the lack of it, good and are, superbly done…
good and bad I meant to say…
A void of unimportance….great line
I came bjorn, I read, great work — but I am not well. Be back soon.
That mundane silence can often be so loud! Love the change of pace in the second stanza.
I second that! 🙂
Such an effective countering of stanzas. I could totally see the wind storm, though that’s not what it was.
Oh yes. Mundane silence is so loud.
the mundane silence
of a phone line leading no-where.
Love the punch-line! The matter can be of unimportance but it lingers on in unnecessary frustration!
Hank
So much here. That void of unimportance and the mundane silence. Oh how I hate mundane silence!
You put so much mood into this, Bjorn, it’s almost film-like really–in a noir way–hanging on the telephone realizing you may never get any kind of meaningful answer from anything or anyone. Or so I read. Vivid and sharp as knives.
Mundane silence ~ I would rather have total silence. Beautifully penned, Bjorn.
This is drenched with the salty tears of hopelessness.