mournful angels play
muted trumpets solemnly
melody of pain
epitaph for dying woods
fuming factory chimneys
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February 20, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
mournful angels play
muted trumpets solemnly
melody of pain
epitaph for dying woods
fuming factory chimneys
—
February 20, 2013
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Yikes. There too?
Actually not so bad… I exaggerated slightly for poetry. Very clean in reality I think.
Sigh. You had me worried there for a moment. Very effective.
Well written and I think captures the issues facing nature very succinctly but truthfully. Also beautifully written, with the contrast between beauty and destruction. Thanks for sharing.
My pleasure… That is what the picture told me, even if it’s a lot better than it looks in reality.
A study in contrast, Bjorn. Nicely penned.
Thank you. 🙂
very precisely written! loved it!
Thank you 🙂
Well penned.
Thank you 🙂
Dark and beautiful!
Thank you 🙂
Heralding and overseeing the decay; poignant and elegant. Regards, Paul