Buttercups
We never walked as close like this before;soundlessly we tiptoe closer, closerbut we never touch,still I feel the zephyr of your nearnessas a breeze of attar and the subtle drumthat […]
Monthly Archives: April 2021
Burning bridges
It was neither your wild woesnor the cesspool from which you had me salvagethe violent stars you craved;I never heard the muted woodwinds ~ beseeching me to linger ~ only the […]
Spring is on hold
Squeezed — between two weather systems, a persistent northern wind has caused the spring to pause. Drowsy wood anemones bow towards the soil, daffodils are hesitant and the blackbirds are […]
The Folly, I’ve earned
Oh my baby, no never please never returnwhen you left, I was lost, but I’ve found me againnow I walk on our streetsbeing cold from the burnsyour deceit left insidewhen you left […]
Rain
Flood ~ T’ao Chien “The lingering clouds, rolling, rolling,And the settled rain, dripping, dripping,In the Eight Directions—the same dusk.The level lands—one great river.Wine I have, wine I have:Idly I drink […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 