Neither stars nor the sickle moon waxing
not the tempest tearing at twilight
not even the luscious lustre of midsummer sun,
but your heartbeat in step with my breath
the scent of you — barely awakened
the tone of your voice when you ask me for help,
when I’m too tired to care;
all what it is, and what it is not,
is the answer to why, to how or even with whom.
Today we have Open Link Night at dVerse, Grace hosts and we are welcome to post any one poem we like. Simple and fun, come join us.
November 23, 2023
Björn Rudbergs writings 
gentle and deep
Thank you 🙂
You are welcome.
This is tender and soft with the heartbeat sound and scent of the loved one.
This is absolutely stunning work done, Bjorn! I especially love; “not even the luscious lustre of midsummer sun, but your heartbeat in step with my breath.” Yes! 💙💙
So tender, somewhat filled with regret, the stuff of humanity. Lovely work Björn.
Beautiful sentiments, I can imagine this being read to a child that is falling asleep, even though I think the main allusion would be romance.
I was thinking romance, but love for a child might even be better.
That’s what I was thinking too, even a barely-adult child trying to be independent but not quite ready to handle it all.
Love this Björn, and such a vool image you coaxed out if Bing. Bravo my friend! 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
Love this! Very well written and so evocative!
A sweet entirety here, Bjorn.
Lovely sentiments in this poem. Beautifully written as always.
all what it is, and what it is not,
is the answer to why, to how or even with whom…. there are stories buried in these lines!!! Nicely said!
It is never really simple even when it at its best.
Such a declaration of love – the very essence yet not without the hint of human frailty which is the setting for such a jewel…
Gorgeous poem, gorgeous artwork.
Thank you,
beautifully compact poem packed with tenderness that bridges the negative and positive statements
Thank you… it was written in a real hurry, but I was grateful it came together.
A beautiful, tender love poem, Björn.
You know how to keep romance alive, I’ve never read one of your love poems that didn’t fail to resonate.
What is and what is not breathes the sum total of why when it’s wrapped up in the one we love: so beautifully ruminative and extraordinarily touching.
This internal assonance is so good: “in step with my breath
the scent of you”
Beautiful and skilful poem Bjorn!
JIM