Curve of hope
The curve of hope is blue it’s winter lips in need of kisses, or the egg that broods for warmth delight of hatch in new beginnings. Hope craves resolution, gait […]
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Melt me (c)old
Scar my sparks, you clouds spill death in shadow-breath, ice-breeze withered leaves twist bloom from roses, grey my garden’s green, dance me broken glass; dull my shimmer, lull me blind. […]
No cocooning
I’m tempted to curl up, cuddle warmth, and wait for world to metamorph, to butterfly itself to tolerance; but I realize that taking stance works better than cocooning, that chance […]
Selling sea-shells
Washed ashore a wish of something more; a hush of shell-trapped sea a tense of past or future lost or maybe just for me alone. You wind, you held us […]
Times a river passed
Time is less a moment than a river passed, it’s the past and present, it’s the dreams of what to be. It’s both the screams on streets just after the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 