Backyard bliss – for dVerse
Intentions for her summer’s bliss like backyard carcasses remain in mother’s garden something missed her faulting memory, my pain But still she save her garden tools it looks the same […]
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Me is
me is to pay me me is gone, me is that, me is here me is being returned to the sender me is love, me is back me is becoming […]
As reputations die – for dVerse
as conversations turns to poison snakes and dagger whispers cutting piece by piece when claws of slander ripping hearts in ache are hateful words ‘n acceptable caprice? as reputations die […]
In care of candlelight – winter poetry for dVerse
In wickedest of winter nights, to our warmth now come inside You’re glittering in gladdest lights, as the gloaming daylight wanes Like horsemen winds are howling past, in homely cabin […]
Tomorrow’s Friday – for dVerse
Tomorrow we’ll light a fire and let embers consume the week of office work We’ll let music sooth our senses as candles burn remainders of staccato conversations Red wine and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 