Marionett
I’m puppet-danced by vicious winds in singe of strings, I jerk when pulled by slander and the truths untold of passions and with whom you’re twined. When once before your […]
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Whenever possible, keep it simple (like a coffin-nail)
There’s nothing quite as simple as a coffin-nail. A dead unwanted piece inert and sharp that does its job encasing what was once the life the moving limbs, the sins. […]
Marooned
From sulking waves — in aftermath of words, I’m left marooned. Once before we weaved the seas. We whispered tender words. Waiting – lulled complacent dulled we never saw we […]
Firecrackered
Once – in sparks a firecracker hissed a bit, before I spread- sheeted my life and numbed defused confused. Today it’s Open Link Night at dVerse hosted by Grace. Bring […]
Soil
To mulch my limbs one day have withered underfoot To soil and there my soul, severed, becomes a thousand daisies, eyes of lawn, a smile for children’s feet. – […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 