Poem,
I, gently grows
key-stroke by key-stroke
transformed from letters,
words
to sentences to sense
no longer inked on paper
a code
is still a story
only when
I’m read by you
and in your mind
you fill the voids
with colors, scents.
Do you hear my teal caesuras
or words that grow to waves?
I bring you on a sea-side walk
a shore unknown to me
and if you close your eyes
you will hear my brined unknown,
This poem, I
now nests and grows in you
to something more
like maybe
yet a poem, You.
Joan Miro
Today we write poems on metamorphosis at dVerse with Melissa. We are given a few options or we chose one of ourselves. The metamorphosis should be written, at least in part, in first person using personification. My choice was to write from the persepective of a poem that is written and then read and the way the words metamorph into other images.
March 4, 2025
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Wonderful ♥️
Ha! Stunning………in conception and doing……enjoyed eaxh stanya immensely….this is what poetry can achieve..
I liked the thought that poetry really exists only when it’s read, the reader is always a part of the poem
I love that you wrote from the perspective of a poem that is written and read, and the metamorphosis of words into images, Björn, especially:
‘a code
is still a story
only when
I’m read by you
and in your mind
you fill the voids
with colors, scents’.
I also love the thought of ‘teal caesuras’ and the phrase ‘you will hear my brined unknown’.
Thank you- I had not thought before how the poem itself may transform both writer and reader
You’re welcome.
I especially love this part:
“Do you hear my teal caesuras
or words that grow to waves?
I bring you on a sea-side walk
a shore unknown to me
and if you close your eyes
you will hear my brined unknown”
Touching again on the question of whether we are our art? An interesting reflection, Björn.
Exactly- the process of art is so interesting
This is gorgeous. I especially like, “Do you hear my teal caesuras”
I wanted to portray a day by the sea….
Simply gorgeous!
Thank you
Oh wow, isn’t that how it happens with a poem adored. The reader brings poems alive, just like this one. Awesome!
I am glad it worked
beautiful Bjorn. Really like the way it builds and entwines
Personification of the poem itself seemed like a good idea for a metamorphosis of both writer and reader.
This is beautiful Bjorn
Thank you
You’re welcome
A very creative and unique metaphor, Bjorn
metaphor for metamorphosis
Thank you.
Beautiful…
Thank you.
Beautifully fluid, Björn. I love how the poem transforms through the reader, making it feel both intimate and infinite.
Much love,
David
Thank you… that is maybe why I love poetry to be interactive more than published in a book.
hear, hear
This poem goes to why our OLN meetings are so great Björn when we get to hear each poet read…
Yes… poetry is all about interaction
Such a unique perspective from the poem, Björn! Well-done!
Thank you…
Very nice. I like the subject of a poem being a metamorphosis within the reader. Well done.
Fantastic poem, Bjorn! I love how you made me, the reader, a part of it!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
Very nicely done, sea-drifting the life cycle of a poem and how thought then words writ are words read and thought and engenders another poem.
Wow! How the written word can transform the writer as well as the reader! Love it.
“Do you hear my teal caesuras
or words that grow to waves?”
Love those lines!
Stellar work Bjorn on every level.