Every layer is another year
Shedding tears!
Our tongues: the sharpened steel
Pulling peels!
Life and love, discard companions
as onions!
Friendships lost, widening canyons
so at last one day, we’re left alone
to be left to nature, dust and bone
Shedding tears, pulling peels as onions
Today I looked back at a few of the prompts I have missed for today’s OLN hosted by Grace at dVerse, This is an Ovilejjo which was offered by Laura, and it is also inspired by the prompt on onions by Melissa.
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August 31, 2023
This is wonderful, Björn!
“Our tongues: the sharpened steel
Pulling peels!”
So true how the tongue wields power to pull peels, whether that be constructively or destructively.
So much damage can be done by lose tongues..
Love the onions inspired poem in ovilejjo form. I am shedding tears imagining that onion peelings. That last line stings, smiles!
Onions are the spice of life though
Friggin’ excellent!
Thank you
I feel your wistfulness and melancholy coming through, Bjorn. As you adjust to your new lifestyle and approach the coming dark months, please plant some new onions and watch them sprout and grow ❤
Garlic for me I think
So good. The form works acutely well with your subject matter! Sharp and achingly so.
Thank you 🙂
Fab!
Thank you
Very sharp and poignant. I hope, there will be sweeter days ahead.
I hope so too…
It was good to return to a previous prompt, and that you know your poetic onions. It is true that in life and love we ‘discard companions as onions’. I often wonder about lost friendships and your poem has got me wondering again.
I think we will stand there one day and realize that it is too late.
We do shed years and tears like onions and peels. Well done with both prompts!
It required a little bit of wordplay but i enjoyed writing,
Sometimes we all require a bit of wordplay. 😉
the melancholy of lost friendship can sting like peeling onions. i missed the ovilejjo prompt as well. thanks for pointing me towards it now I need to do some research when time allows
It is always a good way to find your muse to go back to old prompts…
👍
Great poem and love the form. I guess we shed a few friendships in a lifetime for differing reasons.
I think we have to do that… after all the core of the onion is the last to rot.
Oh yes.. all those layers that gather and then are peeled off one by one… great analogy!
Yes… and the tears associated with that peeling makes sense too.
Left to nature, dust and bone. Loved it.
Thank you… we will all end the same.
I love the picture. Your poem encapsulates it very well.
And it is a still life which in itself connects well to what I write
Onions are a great metaphor!
A great way to combine the two prompts. It sad when friendships peel away. The tears remind us of the loss.
But if it’s only onions that can make us cry it is really bad.
I agree, but I am a weeping willow so many things make me cry in joy and sadness.
Wonderful Björn— shat’s it all about Alfie… 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
Thank you Rob
I loved this prompt for the Ovilejjo form and I love your poem since the onion is a favourite metaphor for me. Your take on layers of lost friendship and your use of the form are both great…
Thank you… it was a good way to use old prompts.
Getting to one’s true nature seems like growth in one sense and digging down in another, stripping layers getting to truth. Amen here.
Onion peels, straight on the compost heap, tears and all.
I love your onion poem. A great metaphor for the shedding of tears and passing years.
Agree with Yvonne, I like the metaphor here…an eye-watering poem!
What sharp tongues you speak of! Love all the personification in this poem 🙂