Just being rude
When you say honestor frank,isn’t that just being mean in disguise? Isn’t it justanother promotion of self? Too often,if not being paired,with a dash of compassion,your candoris just being rude. […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Midsummer water
EndlesslyDusk entangled with dawnEmbracing our sleepless summer night RememberThe honeysuckled kissYour hair adorned in midsummer bloom GlisteningDew-drop captures sunriseBarefoot we tiptoe cross the meadow ProcedingNewly washed linen sheetLike water, your […]
Foreign tongues
Still the blackbird singsbusyin the greens of woodlands. I walk, myfeet without a thoughtfinds the pathdepressed in soilby the countless pilgrimswho came before. My lips are forming questionswhy?who?or when?as I […]
A similar way?
When autumn came with leaves falling slowly as my tears never shed, it was over. You had left me in silence. Silenced with too much unsaid. I never told you […]
Each a Crossroad
At the center heand you, me, sheand they;each and every onea crossroadtangled, meshed, confused. As we make pathswe point and arguecontrolling, trample and get lost. When all we craveis just […]
