33 responses to “Thorny heart”

1. My favorite part: “I bloom
   and whisper scent
   that only you
   and bees can grasp”

   I love cactuses.🌵

   • Me too, especially when they bloom

2. I enjoyed your thorny heart, Björn, especially the lines:

   ‘but still
   in spring I bloom
   and whisper scent
   that only you
   and bees can grasp’.

3. Oh the ending definitely gave a little prickly poke! So true the way the beauty of cacti can be overlooked….until the flowery bloom. I like them in every season.

   • I do too… but finding them in bloom is still special

     • Absolutely!

4. This reminds me of my dad’s cactus collection- certainly silently hostile!

   • Indeed…

5. What a lovely and prickly paradox! Made me smile.

   • Thanks, mind the gap to the cacti

6. Thorny heart, sure, but hard to see you baking your Nordic noodle in Arizona, sniffing Poison-ous roses.

   • We do have potted cacti in the garden actually.

7. Love the pink blossoms on the cacti. They make it easy to forget their menace if touched. You breathe life into their character. Beautiful photo. 

   • A very old phote taken in Grand Canyon actually

     • How long did you live in the US? You’ve mentioned the west coast and AZ.

8. As others have said Bjorn, this is pretty brilliant. Read it several times and can scarcely imagine any better possible poetic rendition on the theme of cactus. For me, you get top prize tonight of those who went with the prompt. Perfect my friend and you know how much I like a bite at the close…

   • Thank you Scott, I liked to play with it and open up to the possibility of a metaphor if possible

9. ah that’s the thing about nature all that difference we will never understand fully.

   Nice One

   much♡love

   • We may understand but probably get it wrong in the end.

10. A perfect combination of photography and poetry! So easy to look right past barbs and thorns when love lights up our world.

11. I adore these lines,

    “but still
    in spring I bloom
    and whisper scent
    that only you
    and bees can grasp”

12. Amazing how such bueatiful flowers can grow from such thorny stalks! Well done.

13. shredded indeed. This I like most: “scent
    that only you 
    and bees can grasp”. And I thought flower-child could also be flower, child.

    and, masterfully, the last couple of lines do what they talk about

14. Excellent, Björn. I especially like that final stanza–we’re often drawn to beauty or brilliance, ignoring the danger.

15. 👏👏👏

16. Such a quirky slice of life, adding a touch of humor to the mundane. I’m left grinning at the absurdity of everyday mishaps.

    ~David

17. Goodness! But how soft-centred they are underneath. I think it’s all tough exterior with cacti. Plus, they can also be psychedelic, so…multiplicious too! 🙂

18. That must be why cacti live in the desert, safely out of the way…

19. Wow! Superb writing, Björn.

20. I especially love this part:

    “you will praise
    the colour
    of my flower-child”

    • I am quite happy for the poem as a whole.

21. Oh yes!!! Cacti – so scarred and dry looking but concealing their moisture and protecting it with spikes - and then the sudden, glorious flowering…

    Well evoked Björn

22. Tough exterior, soft heart…. that’s why the flower blooms! Love the paradox.

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