Almost making sense

The library is eternal
broken by burdens of mo(u)rnings

In an effort explaining,
making sense while hearing
the crackle forever
— stuck in stagnant marshlands.

No sky — no earthly view
Covid still shadows
still prowl in the footsteps
of last year’s passing
only a wild breeze may kiss
memories of sunshine into linen

Later in the winter-spring
icicles will lace the eaves
So, why so silent brother crow?
We will season spring
— she was a hoarder, mom.

Itazura Ni
Kazuo Shiraga

Today Laura asks us to find poems within our own blog at dVerse.

She asks us to pick the first line of the first poem each month of 2022. If we don’t have a poem for each month we can pick more poems from January. I didn’t publish any poems in July and hence I used the first line of my second poem of January 2022. In cases when the first “poem” was the prose of a haibun I used the first sentence instead.

Use these lines to form a new poem.

  • No additions are permitted other than tense, preposition or conjunction
  • Enjambement is allowed if it helps flow and sense
  • Date order is not required

The last line of my poem does not make sense to me, but maybe someone can explain it to me, and I added the parenthesis in the second line.

January 12, 2022

17 responses to “Almost making sense

  1. If I hadn’t known anything about the prompt, I wouldn’t have known it was a found poem, let alone the first lines of your own poems! I like the way you used punctuation and my favourite lines are:
    ‘only a wild breeze may kiss
    memories of sunshine into linen’.
    I think the final line could mean the hoarder is spring.

  2. this makes for a wonderful read – especially how you constructed the stanzas. These lines encapsulate the prompt too:
    “still prowl in the footsteps
    of last year’s passing

  3. This is absolutely outstanding, Bjorn! 😀 I so admire the way in which you have composed the stanzas here. Especially; “only a wild breeze may kiss memories of sunshine into linen.” 💜💜

  4. First and last 2 lines are my favorite Bjorn. Clever wording of mo(u)rning. Also, it seems to me that the spring season is the favored one. Love the found poem.

  5. I enjoyed the almost sense these made Björn, especially:
    “Later in the winter-spring
    icicles will lace the eaves
    So, why so silent brother crow?
    We will season spring…”
    Fine work my friend… 🙂✌🏼❣️

  6. Isn’t it amazing how the extracted lines just come together love it, this is my favourite: ‘only a wild breeze may kiss memories of sunshine into linen’ ❤

  7. Definitely surreal, Bjorn. I can see that last line connected to the first two lines, where your mom’s passing was an interruption for the librarian. I like the way you used mo(u)rning to dual purpose and think it can shift the meaning to another perspective for the rest, depending on which one you use. Not sure if you intended it that way but I think it’s slick.

  8. Don’t think my comment was accepted? If so, just delete this one.
    As I said before, would not recognize this as a “found poem” in reading it. I most love the third stanza!

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