Lowest slow
When you see the woods And world in purple Or when creatures Soft in their solitude — Disturbed by caws of fowls. It’s not impossible — A cause is pink […]
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What’s the matter?
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. Martin Luther King Our state of mind is just to live our lives — begin by […]
Nightshade trance
Bounce me honey, shake me well sell me darkly all your ways, sway me. be my black-hole sun, stun me slowly, tickle-touch me, spin sins of me with silk; then […]
Dead leaves
Sometimes I dream of of being carcass, corpse, remains Sometimes I dream of dancing with the dead. Sometimes I dream of blood and bones; decay and rot; of being none […]
Tabula Rasa
This poem is a void — devoid of hues or views, a canvas lacking pigment a ballad yet unborn; tabula rasa. This poem is the pewter — stacked and ready […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 