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 […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
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 […]
Anger Managment
Brother, there’s no bother beingwell behaved and kindif you are, like you,a tiny bit inclinedto be a better beingfor another, but brother,please first befriend yourselfand let any boilingrage subside,and find the […]
Perfume – you
You’re the scent of moss-rose, amber, dewa starlit sky, the daisy meadow late in June.You’re the sense of thunder, the wind that blewa bashful breeze of lavender ‘cross dunesand waves […]
Wild geese over reeds
“Over there” you calledwhile I un-folded my father’s old tripodput my eye to the scopeeagerly watching the white-fronted geese, swimming rest-lessly waiting, eating, preparingfor weather and windto carry them skyward northward […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 