Fists – triolet
He’s lacking words and has no tears and talks possession with his fists he finds the power of her fear he’s lacking words and has no tears On knees she […]
Monthly Archives: November 2013
Carpe Diem Tan Renga – Sun’s ”gathering seashells”
gathering seashells while ocean tide rise and falls two sisters bicker (Sun) footsteps lost in tidal wave as he left them both alone (Björn) Amazing – I googled […]
Never lost again – Trifextra 33 words
Lost – without your presence in my life Lost – when you said your life is only yours Lost – in that lingering smell putrid from decay You will never […]
Ode to the Calander – for dVerse
Tightly packed like passengers in morning rush-hour subway smelling damp wool from the November drizzle. Or like the articles in my morning paper of death, torture in domestic slavery and […]
Carpe Diem Tan Renga – Off The Tippet’s ”echoes of the past”
echoes of the past resound into the present a dream of the sea (Off The Tippet) undulating purple waves dissipate reality (Björn) Many apologies for not visiting back. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 