Once, believing in dawn
as sunrise
kissing pinkness in the clouds
close to never and forever
is this doom
an extinction of use?
Less light when near
to winter solstice
as inkspilled we stumble
ensnared
in lugubrious gloom
sleepless and depressed.
Lost, unless we rest
and wait a while
to moonwail
to be wolves
and bless the light there is.
to find its endless use.
Today we have the last Open Link Night hosted by Grace at dVerse. We can link up any poem one poem we want, but there is also an optional miniprompt which is the painting by Yves Tanguy. I have tried to embed his title into the poem as well.
Deccember 18, 2025
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is very compelling
Thank you
Stunning work done, Bjorn! 💙💙 It does give a sense of lugubrious gloom when there is less light during winter season.
When it is cloudy we never leave twilight.
I love the word play of inkspilled and this part Bjorn:
to moonwail
to be wolves
and bless the light there is.
to find its endless use.
Love that we lights as our theme. Happy holiday break Bjorn!!!
We need all the light we can get.
Nice work, Björn! I especially love the thought of ‘believing in dawn as sunrise kissing pinkness in the clouds’, and the lines:
‘Less light when near
to winter solstice
as inkspilled we stumble
ensnared
in lugubrious gloom’.
Thank you… it was fun to work from a picture and a sentence…
You’re welcome, Bjorn, it was fun.
yes, kissing pinkness!
To focus on light instead of the dark shows that hope still lives.
Light should actually be easier to see from a dark place.
The last stanza has the slightest glimmer of hope. And do we need it!
We do
Inkspilled….moonwail….
delicious work, Bjorn. Thanks. Enjoy the break
Love all the music and assonance in this, Björn.
Nice images
Maybe a time of hibernation and then the light will dawn! Do you have those special bright lights that help keeping you from getting depressed during the winter!
Fabulous. I especially like that final stanza with such rich imagery. Merry Christmas to you and your family, Bjorn.
Oh those dank, dark, impossibly inspilled words …. my wish for you tonight and every night are impossibly bright light filled dreams. Plus an amazingly great New Year.
love your wordplay, especially ‘moonwail’ and
inkspilled we stumble
ensnared
in lugubrious gloom
Wonderful, Björn! I especially love ‘believing in dawn as sunrise kissing pinkness in the clouds’, beautiful 💕
We are blessed as we have light.
Let there be light.
Irrespective of whether it’s useless or useful 🙂
I really like the compound words in this–inkspilled and moonwail.
Today is the winter solstice, so a good day to read this poem of yours!
Love how you embedded the title so creatively and the idea of moonwailing.
Moonwailing – a new word for me. Though I agree with the wolves.
I enjoy this time of year because every day is just a little more of sunlight. Very enjoyable poem!
The poetic voice is so strong here, the movement from use-less to use-full even more so, and so striking. Happy New Year, Björn. May it be full of unfading light.