Craft Dreams
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
It was either ascend by metaphors or go under a plain life Sink, immerse, suffocate and drown in gyring commonalities. Or so…
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Dignity lost and found
Finally she was alone – resting. I had been watching her graceful dance; the magic of her presence energized the melodies. Despite fears I had to act. I grabbed two […]
Its beauty might be bruised
With scuff marks, scratches faded hues against the wall a cupboard leans once filled with secrets, hid the means in thumbprints, cracks, come look for clues of treasures hidden, tucked […]
The old man and the oak
My fingers trace the indentations left the letters of forever us — memories of sunshine in her hair, I stand bereft an old man lingering on enemies embedded in the […]
The night of sunken ships
Deriving death of sunken ships your lighthouse darkened, stormy seas eroding shorelines, bending knees escaping, wallow, bouncing hips your cotton dress was clinging wet in tears, in rain and midnight […]
