Lace and ghosts

Broken by burdens of mornings,
lumpy with absence
her pillow
cannot bring comfort
of nescience,
she raises at dawn
with shadows of dusk
and the dust of their discords
waiting to greet her
when later returning
greeting the voids
of abandonment,
he left her.

Lace and Ghosts
Victor Hugo

Today Linda hosts the quadrille at dVerse and the word today is Morning

It has been a long break from writing but now I am back. I can say that most of the time I have been absent with a 1320 km long hike that took me and my wife through the mountain range of Sweden.

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August 22, 2022

27 responses to “Lace and ghosts

  1. Title and illustration are so intriguing, Björn, and this is such a bleak poem! I like the play on Cat Stevens’ song title in the alliterative phrase ‘broken by burdens of mornings’, the pillow ‘lumpy with absence’, and the further alliteration in the lines:
    ‘with shadows of dusk
    and the dust of their discords’.

  2. Welcome back, Bjorn. Sounds like you had a wonderful time in the Mountains. You poem is full of imagery! I love these lines:
    with shadows of dusk
    and the dust of their discords
    waiting to greet her

  3. Hi Bjorn!! It is good to see you again, I like this 44-word heart-breaker. Tells it like it is, been there. But since one kid and 49 years married again, this second one should stick.
    ..

  4. nouns, verbs, adjectives of mutual strife, the “dust of discord” is draining and can suffocate. I read through this a few times and can’t figure out who left whom. Maybe it was a mutual parting?

    That said, WELCOME BACK. You have been dearly missed, Bjorn.

  5. Your opening lines pulled me in,
    “Broken by burdens of mornings,
    lumpy with absence
    her pillow
    cannot bring comfort.”
    I feel it and I don’t have any words to say what it is.

  6. Welcome back, Björn. I’ve missed reading your words. ‘Her pillow cannot bring comfort of nescience’ is the phrase that caught my heart. No relief from the constant pain of being left, and the tragedy of remembering that same pain every morning upon waking.

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