The final word accumulation of my 14th poetry collection MOTVÄRN (COUNTERMEASURES)



Ah, autumn is an inward thought,


behind a downhearted's wrinkled brow,

his reflection unnerving

in the café window

on top of the damp and withdrawn scenery

of the town square,

as he sits, empty, at a table,

coffee left untouched



deep in the coniferous wilderness

of the north,

a raven crouches on a pine bough,

close to the trunk

quavering, talking to himself,

wings folded


The August moon rises imperceptibly,

its round face bright and mute,

as everything listens;

the entire world a speechless haiku


In the town a man slips into the night,

his raincoat pulled tight,

the lights from the café throwing his shadow

before him

across the cobblestones

as he merges with the dark

Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-07-31 at 12:24

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This is wonderful! You really have condensed autumn as a feeling into verse. Wow, just wow. I love the imagery, especially the juxtaposition of the man and the crow. Fuck, this is amazing.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliantly descriptive. Startrek* Scottie says, "It is life, Jim, but not as we know it". But we do. We can see this because your accumulation of words has entered our psyche and indelibly painted the scenes. Some fantastic similes here too. The seasons exist in so many paradigms, don't they.