The final rest
The old discarded servant’s come to rest Beside the outhouse, waiting for the rust A blanket from the woods, of moss, is blessed Against the chilly mornings, his disgust ~~ […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Silent sound
Today Into the fog The many shades of grey As nature lost the colors normally It has The goal We know so well looks different The sounds so silently We […]
Summer’s gone?
— Woke up this morning Grey and cold like autumn day It had been raining But had ceased at break of dawn Look deep in drawers Finding all the clothes […]
The story of the wind
A cotton sky The sun is playing games with me It’s Peek-a-boo And far away lies the goal today I wait awhile And listen to the story of the wind […]
Last Train (collaborative Twitter-poem)
Last Train by @jdubqca @vivchook @brudberg @permabloom @afcoory @myvogonpoetry — The beautiful countryside of my childhood emerged vividly in my mind as I waited for the last train back to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 