We are at war – fable poetry for dVerse
In boldest headlines see a coming war like charcoal spilled on snow, this war the pride of nations on our heroes lie I see those eyes that burn for coming […]
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A short ode to a dead walnut
still a reminder of Christmas past breaking into a treasure chest of windled kernels released in crack crack sound like that Tjajkovsky suite where flower waltz with children my treasure […]
we waxed and waned – for dVerse
so wicked and burned my candlestump we waxed and waned together your dancing flames of youthfullness has left me now forever this darkness and in loneliness in grey an dreary […]
Your persian rugs – for dVerse and Visdare
I’ve walked these passages before, the passages and corridors you’ve sent me to explore. My sanity I’ve found behind a door, that’s painted blue. The door you guided me to […]
Unwashed pheromenes – dVerse triolet
I sense the silence here today between us fly the fantasies I close my eyes, smell your bouquet I sense the silence here today your unwashed pheromones betray as mutual […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 