Metamorphed
Poem,I, gently growskey-stroke by key-stroketransformed from letters,wordsto sentences to senseno longer inked on papera codeis still a storyonly whenI’m read by youand in your mindyou fill the voidswith colors, scents. […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
March Madness
To the sound of tom-cats the moon unveils her pockmarked face. I walk across the frozen grass knowing that the snow drops droop to the weight of frost. The forecast […]
Moonmind
Moving myselfwaltzing to melodiesmoonmindedmindlessly mesmerisedlunaticked wolflikehowling the huesof silver on cobalttransfixedin her gazeI am tethered to sequinsher luster, her sheenmy madam forevermy midnight, my moon. Today Mish hosts dVerse Open […]
Water we are
what we arefrom where we cameand where we soon may drown life and deathpast, present and futurewater iswater was water, an essence of usfrom birthto rot and decaywhere we make […]
Even later when …
Later when,by the shore the indigo skyblotches the stagnant seawith lapis lazuli,recklessly I diveinto your obsidian gazeforgetting the silenceleft in the wakeof seagulls leavingfor nests on islandsbeing devoured by twilightwhere […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 