Blackbird pottery
Just from the blackbird such a song was heard in spring. Just when overheard love flings undeterred and sings. So it hooked and stirred breaking heart to sherd with stings. […]
Category Archives: dVerse
To a poet with a broken dictionary
When you lost your muse; your perfect notebook clean yet unabused. Soft jazz, coffee, basking in a velvet light. Nothing. Void. No word. You’re flipping through your dictionary finding only […]
Let’s storm
Come baby please Come snake yourself around me. Come dance Let’s break their norms. Let people stare cause we don’t care You are fire I’m your ice Let’s rage Let’s […]
Falling in love
To fall in love is lack, a loss of gravity; the weightless sense of jumping from a cliff without a parachute. To fall in love is windswept hair and bravery […]
It’s how I poetry
I wrap my words with bows, to ribbon syllables to sentences; to sense and singe, a silk-surprise (whispered) fire- placed; both summer Christmas and your birthdays late in May. it’s […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 