Monthly Archives: December 2014

ETT INSVEPT VINDSPÅR (MINNEN)

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Bor i mina ord; kommande minnen.

 

(Lever omsådd ― Lönt till åkerspöke.)

 

När dimstråken nattligt med mig vandrat,

från skogar till åkrar sakta letat

där bortslitna famntagen tömt hjärtat

 

(Är en fredlös, i smygande nare gömd,

övertäckt med nattlövens nötta bleknad)

 

 

Ödsligt,

dricker källan innan saknaden blir omistlig

 

Tar fram ett sista ensamstråt.

 

(Drar ner ömkligt, väderbitet, vått mull,

in i ett dammigt ruckel nedanför tallåsen

där sprucket ljus skär genom träspringorna)

 

Omärkligt,

insvepta vindspår kliver till med kylan

 

 

Och intet är mig lämnat kvar ― Ogripbart

ETT INSVEPT VINDSPÅR (MINNEN)

ETT INSVEPT VINDSPÅR (MINNEN)

ALMOND TREES IN BLOOM SPECIAL

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ALMOND TREE IN BLOOM 1
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ALMOND TREE IN BLOOM 3
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BLOOD TRACKS PUBLISHED IN FREE LIT MAGAZINE

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Just got the link for this publishing of my poem about reincarnation; “BLOOD TRACKS” for the “rebirth” issue, and first issue, of Free Lit Magazine. I am pleased with that. It is my first contribution that have been published anywhere in poetry. I have been laying low on sending out my poetry. So, one in three attempts is a pretty good score. (Well, it is actually one and a half in three attempts, as The Ofi Press published the photo I contributed.)

Here it is:

 

WINTERFELLED

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(Letting your nightsnow glimmer,

calming the storm while ice snare branches)

 

And it is winterstill

 

in sprucewhisper above fleetingly singing ices,

in thousands of frozen tarns inside forest glades

 

Winterfelled,

rime grabs hold of the branchery

like we hear our groaning steps silenced

 

Listen.

 

Be quiet now, snowfall,

 

here, beside the spruce, the winterbird eats for its life

while Death want to say something about the sorrows

 

― I was the one born unto snow in a permanent thaw,

one the world skyembraced instrewn splintered answers

and left me to be remained, long lasting as tender snow,

one so aloned, leaving all my sorrow over wrong graves

 

In tears taking the dead heart in front of the sick

 

The last sight endearing land of blood and stones

and squint over this too thin-sown beauty

frosty nights caught frozen in shined darkness

 

Want to own myself nothing beyond rest, endtime dozed away,

wanted something higher the flames of will sent burnt in here

 

In tears taking the living heart in front of the dead

A WINTERFELT MOUNTAIN

A WINTERFELT MOUNTAIN