You are my melodies – for dVerse
You are the strings that resonate on emptiness, the timpani that syncopate my beating heart; you are conductor’s sheets of unplayed symphonies. Together we explore the starlit harmonies of lightyear […]
Category Archives: blank verse
Kokopelli’s flute
Where echoes of his ancient flute reverbs, the humpbacked canyon player lingers still. He carved these walls with water sprinkled notes; and blended pollen in the sandstone dust. The desert […]
war of waiting – for dVerse
When cordite-green is stained by mud and blood hear — slipping — sound of boots that hug our soil; with faces cut in stone and ash, we wait for orders […]
thirteenth floor the thirteenth day
on thirteenth floor the thirteenth day a mirror breaks from edge to edge when elevators all are stuck your smoke-filled stairs turn me to stone my room is filled with […]
when evil dreams seem real – for dVerse
formation of cumulonimbus clouds obliterating all the joys of life as Erkling feeds on hearts and sucks your warmth its quenching velvet wings will eat your soul it suffocates and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 