Sweet dreams

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
(Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII:
I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, topaz)

You are the blessing of a summer rain
and in you voice is chlorophyll
the green before relentless drought;
you are the smell of seedpods saved;
stored away with sheltered lies.
You are the blushing of a smothered shame,
but still your presence in this room
are the torrential songs of jungle storms.
and in the presence of your hungry womb
I love you as the plant that never blooms.

Your hands have strength of open wings
prepared to flee the velvet claws
of hungry wolf-packs waiting;
wailing with the pregnant moon.
You are the silent silver spilled
as midnight oil on empty parking lots;
the blessing of the fading power
to moths around a lonely lamp,
I wait when darkness crumble towers
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.

To help me through this trembling night
you tether me with subtle chains
and with a whisper from your nimble hands;
I tremble for their gentle weight,
you are the kitten sleeping on my chest.
So, finally at the golden break of dawn
in cleansing tears — a gentle cadence
stains — a map to guide my day.
Your breath has been my guidance
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance

in the constellations of your heaving chest
that lead me cross the thirsty waters;
through the vastness of uneasy seas.
My eyes, not acquainted with this sullen dawn,
are unwilling yet to leave,
this instant just before our parting.
My fingers nesting oddly
bouncing like a fly against a window pane
awake you, and your smile is godly
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

Today it is time for Open Link Live at dVerse hosted by Lillian. I went back to some old writing and found this Glosa that I originally published in 2015. I have changed the title and polished it a little bit. It also reminded me that the Glosa as a form is so much fun so we should do it sometimes.

October 23, 2025

47 responses to “Sweet dreams

  1. Whew! Your imagery takes me across so many emotions here…from the “blessing of a summer rain” to velvet claws to hungry wolfpacks”….This is an encounter that takes the breath away!

  2. This is exquisite, Bjorn! The imagery is so on point.

    I especially admire; “You are the silent silver spilled as midnight oil on empty parking lots; the blessing of the fading power to moths around a lonely lamp,” 💙💙

  3. Returning to old writing often yields something special, and your glosa, with its changed title and polish, is just the ticket, Björn. I love the thought of a loved one being the ‘blessing of a summer rain’, ‘the blushing of a smothered shame’, and these lines:

    ‘You are the silent silver spilled
    as midnight oil on empty parking lots;
    the blessing of the fading power
    to moths around a lonely lamp’

    and

    ‘you are the kitten sleeping on my chest.’

  4. Wow. So many images to see… kittens, a lonely lamp, the silent silver spilled. Sweet with an edge of pending danger.

  5. your “magnificent obsession” for the person comes through and makes me think of Shakespeare’s “how do I love thee, let me count the ways” passage.

    This takes the prize for me:

    You are the silent silver spilled
    as midnight oil on empty parking lots;

    I don’t think I’ve ever written using this form before. Yes, we should have it as a prompt.

  6. I have never written in this form. I’m kind of excited about it. I’m gonna go look it up do a little studying and seeing if I can do one as well.

    In particular, I liked the following lines :

    … solid fragrance

    in the constellations of your heaving chest
    that lead me cross the thirsty waters;
    through the vastness of uneasy seas.

    I like the idea of solid smells and constellations of stars compared to a woman’s heaving chest. That’s pretty amazing.

  7. A magnificent glosa Björn in which you plumb the depths (or is it heights) of passion and most certainly make some new inspiration from Neruda’s lines – I hope to hear you read it on Saturday…

  8. What lovely imagery and sentiments, Björn! Did you translate the Neruda?? He’s such great inspiration for love poems.

  9. Many beautiful images here. Maybe it’s the nature girl in me but these are the lines that spoke most to me.

    You are the blessing of a summer rain
    and in you voice is chlorophyll
    the green before relentless drought;
    you are the smell of seedpods saved;

    I hear hope and strength.

  10. The whole tapestry of the universe is employed to express the love of this persona for his beloved, and the way you wrap us up in it is full of sensuality, passion and honesty. Your wonderful reading of it on OLN today made the words come alive. As Sanaa said, Exquisite!

  11. Agreed, it is exquisite, makes me wish I’d heard it read. It is an excellent glosa and one of my favorites of yours. Neruda never fails to inspire but your imagery and word choice feel preordained here in the way that great works seem inevitable.

  12. “The plant that never flowers reminds me of our Christmas Cactus. It started blooming when we moved it over by the windows.

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