Don’t groan, grin
Why do you grin in pain with crack- led lips when friends are near? Why do you smile at sun when miles remain before you reach a goal? Why don’t […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Wasted
The waste of sunshine shadowed and watered grins in emptiness of words: “How do you feel today?” As watercolors blended into brown are pigmentation wasted. “Have a nice day” As […]
Roses on the battlefield
Before dear-johned, you imagined sips of home. You imagined roses, different than crimson flowers blooming on your comrade’s chest. You imagined her atonement meant, before your flowers bloomed. Linked to […]
A/t fault
Tread lightly on the edge, collect your sense as pebbles cotton-wrapped to sentences, cause whispered words and silence both are going to extremes these days. There’s a price to pay […]
After rain
Iridescent a rain- bowed scent of green. when after rain; sheened in simmered dusk she nests herself besides him, rests still silent, husked and hiding seeds of yes. In flowered […]
