I die with kisses bleeding on my brow
guarded, hardened by her lies when parting
her shadow sieved from sorrow, thus awoved
beauty burning and the bliss of Amor’s darting
clean amissed. my hollow chest grows cold
from tainted rain of dearth I’m left and now
rusted me – I rest to cease, I won’t grow old!
Jean-Michel Basquiat
Today at dVerse Laura gives us examples from various poems to celebrate the kiss and make-up day whcch is today. From those examples she wants us to use the words as the first words to create a poem in a form of our choice.
My choice was to use “I guard her beauty clean from rust” from the poem “The Kiss” by Siegfried Sassoon.
The form is a rhymed 7-line poem written in (pseudo) pentameter.
August 25, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
a clever septet of such imaginative lines and very nice metre
“her shadow sieved from sorrow, thus awoved”
I absolutely the love the image of “her shadow sieved from sorrow, thus awoved”. Every part of this challenge was met. This is eerie and wonderful, Bjorn.
Love the alliteration and the feeling of abandonment your words evoke!
Yay, Bjorn, good to see you here again – hope you had a great trip. What a fantastic opening line, leading into a dark, dark poem.
Bjorn that last line is so haunting!
I hate that rusting, it is sooo hard to recover from.
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Oh the dearth so sad so sad
Much💖love
This is excellent Bjorn! And I love the image you paired with your verse. Bravo my friend! 👍🏼🙂✌🏼
Wow! Had to read it through a few times to completely absorb the intrigue.
An ambitious septet, Björn, which you pulled off with a flourish! I love the opening line, especially the alliterative ‘bleeding on my brow’, the deft enjambment throughout, which is necessary in this kind of prompt, and the final line reminds me a little of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18.
‘her shadow sieved from sorrow’
The alliteration strengthens the meaning. Like this a lot.
I rest to cease, I won’t grow old! – I absolutely LOVE that line!
This is really great, dicy, swashbuckling stuff in the best traditions of dark poetry, with a sardonic eye…that sieve is something!
awoved? do you mean avowed? Or is it a form of wove? Anyway, I like the flipped phrase “I rest to cease” and admire your cleverly combined challenges!