Browsing my brow
through the mist in the mirror
I trace the creases
and folds
of my face
the shadows of sadness
the wrinkles of worry
these carvings of care —
my consciousness naked,
confirming
my being myself,
man, not machine,
concerned by the war.
Today Linda hosts the Quadrille at dVerse with the word browse.
May 30, 2022
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff
Björn Rudbergs writings 
You have captured the intensity we are all feeling right now so well Bjorn. And I am always captivated by the images you find.
❤ 😦 i feel your sorrow so sharply in this
Yes….the palpable effects…each day…increasing the furrows….one senses a deeper, longer poem in these words…
I feel this same concern over war.
great poem
Awesome work, Bjorn…And the artwork: WOWZA!!!
I was amazed finding that piece after writing the poem
So much realism in this piece; I feel harrowed myself, especially with how this reflects the sadness and exhaustion at the state of the world we are in. Tragedy never ends, and we all end up consumed in some way or another. Beautifully and evocatively written. ❤
Such an introspective browse into the contours of care, leading suddenly outwards into the final line, with great effect and inclusiveness, drawing breath all over again.
“Browsing my brow/through the mist in the mirror” – loved that opening line.
So poignant Bjorn, exquisitely penned my friend — excellent!
Yes indeed. An absorbing quadrille.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine.
Much💛love
The first line is tops. Worry will age even the youngest of spirits. This one has my forehead all wrinkled as well.
Seems there is more to browse on our face with each added year!
You say it so well, and the word “concerned” has never felt so necessary and logical. 😔
Aside from the content, i really like your use of alliteration here.
Oh there is so much to read in the poem of your face. I hope you can also find the crows feet of laughter there as well
I share your concern.
Your sadness translates beautifully in this Quadrille of reality.
This makes me sad, Björn, as it should…
We hurt for others… which makes us human!
That look dismissing the mists in the mirror always hits home as we see both ourselves and the cause and effect of pressure and frustration. As the saying goes, ‘only the dead have seen the end of war..” It leaves its biggest mark on the living..
I like the way you’ve used alliteration to drive home your point here.