Ode to bucolic winds
Behold the dawn to blanket me with daffodils; listen you, bucolic breeze, make love and thrive beneath my happy moon; climb every sacred bloom, eat garden poetry in shade, relax […]
Monthly Archives: May 2016
Paused enigma
Enigma of my wishes — a star-breeze traced in well of eyes. It’s what’s dwelled behind a silence-veil, the space between one stanza and the next, It’s riddle palimpsests of […]
To read a boarding card
Why should you read a boarding-card? You know the time, you’re checked in and you are early, or maybe just in time for breakfast ‘fore they open to the gates. […]
Pledge
Breeze me tender; move your hands along and graze my ribs unbroken. Mend me, be the river for my willow-roots. Blend forevers to caesuras, left between my heartbeats. Oxygen my […]
Peace of gravel
Once a gravel caught inside a soldier’s shoe became a wound, that snowballed into pus and soon his gangrened limb, was cut, and thus the butterfly effect from stones was […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 