Grey,we’re grey, betrayedaway slips daysaway our life’s astraywe walkdismayed in claywhile weighedwith words unsaid, Again it’s grey,it’s grey todayaway awaywe’re waylaidwe stray delayedsurveyedunpaidwe’re playeddelayed we waitwe wail a whilewe pray […]
When ash has fallenon corpses, a stillness settlesin the shadow of mayhem,a numbness has grownfrom mourning the fallen,from the guilt of forgetting,the faces of neighborsand how laughter infectseven the mind […]
In my dreams, I am in Kyiv.Between the air raid sirens, silence is unbearable, fluffy, like cotton wool. Sometimes the thunder of far-away mortar explosions and I imagine waiting, waiting […]
When morning’s broken, sun in eyesI walk with birdsong in my chestmourning for the sleep’s that lost to air raidsforcing children into basementswaiting for the blast to blow their futureinto […]
I rememberall the warmthI siphonedfrom your wordsfrom the passion,and the promisesof yours,maybe I believed or maybeI pretended thatyour writing wasn’t lies,but still, I may be warmfrom letter-lieswhile turning paperinto ash. […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff
Björn Rudbergs writings 