Even with an aim beside
scorched in miles of words,
in silky chimes of bullets
maybe
bruised like butterflies.
Soot still settle deep
as spirits spilled on ink.
My mind is brimming
with trite signs spelling
directions to the lucid land
behind your silent hands.
Linked to Tess Kincaid’s Mag Tales and Brenda Warren’s Sunday Whirl
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January 25, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
My favorite line: scorched in miles of words
Also appreciated the last line.
…”signs that spell directions…” my, that is one powerful line. The whole poem is incredible but that line just grabs me.
Thank you 🙂
Interesting, there is a puzzling quality to this piece
Have a nice Sunday
much love…
Very well wordled, Björn. Nice to see you.
Pamela
Pamela.. I need to rush over.. such a long time 🙂
Bruised like butterflies is such a strong image. Well done.
Depth and superficiality. You peak at each, with intensity.
dark and foreboding..in silky chimes of bullets, bruised like butterflies..powerful images Bjorn.
Really like those final three lines and glad to see you back at the wordle,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
Thanks mate i thoroughly enjoyed following the silken chimes into this lucid land ….
thoughtful land beautiful words
Yes, the secret to finding the key to her unfathomable mind. A perennial problem for us men
searching faces for direction, such a universal action . . .nice poem.
I think we both went to the dark side with this!!…great words..x
the lucid land
behind your silent hands
What a picture that draws… 🙂
Dark but well done, Bjorn. — Suzanne
“filled with trite”? “Trite” is an adjective, not a noun.
Oops
Thank you – updated
Powerful cascading images that evoke a state of intense aloneness.
Wow. Such deep images, like bruised so telling when put to butterflies! Clever piece.
Beautiful…it almost has a vintage feel…like a piece about the great war…
This is so vivid, Björn.
Well done! I especially liked “the lucid land behind your silent hands.”
So much beautiful imagery in this Bjorn!!
I see the legend scene, time of knights…
wow! i can almost hear a melody behind this & it would be something I’d put on repeat. Lovely.
I read this over and over, internalising every line. deep and beautiful.
silky chimes of bulltes …!!!
bullets “