Mother Brightbeam
I am the first you seeborn from beamsa mother sentto guide you throughboth joys and choresand though I am the lastto fade, to leave;my sister raise to mirror meand lead […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Those specks of dust
Chalked – the contoursof corpses, soldiers lefton the silent streetsnow settling slowly underdust a whiter shade of paledust that smothers mothersdust that covers daughters soileddust that covers sootdust that hides […]
Forging a future
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –That perches in the soul – Emily Dickinson Feathered we flyfor the sun kissing the sunflower fieldsfor years of the future soothing the woundsfor […]
Life is a lie
You babble about hope, forgiveness and peace when bodies are piled in ditches, I hear you but have to digress;I cannot listen but talk what you please.Of future spring and […]
Broken by dawn
From duvet-warmth entangled,boisterous dawn entersto tickle our toes;pulling the bed-sheets, spillingheartless daylight,harsher than snowfall in Aprilon our middle-aged bodies;exposing pale flesh,wrinkled and sadexposing the smudges and stainsthe night had graciously […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 