Deasil spin and axis tilt (a sonnet)
I see a reborn nature every year and every time I wonder and amaze Of light’s return and quench the hidden fear That darkness stays and hide the sunshine rays […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Thirteen
Thirteen A sonnet on #liblit twitter word-game A meeting, thirteenth room and feeling vague No comfort on the thirteenth floor it is The thirteenth room gives awful mindset plague The thirteenth […]
The Game
The Game A collaborative Twitter poem by @jdubqca @afcoory @MyVogonPoetry @vivchook @Brudberg and @Permabloom This mystery will not go unsolved, will not destroy what has yet to be born. With […]
Childhood Biffy
A sonnet to the outhouse I remember childhood country biffy A place to contemplate, without an end I could my little kingdom soon befriend And Never I’d be ready in […]
