Echo please
Call me back my love. Oh please come please me with an echo. When I whisper — come whisper back. Please. please me with your echo. But if I’m silent […]
Category Archives: free verse
Follow your dreams
My dreams are thieves, strange and strained they trespass, sneak on plimsoll soles at night. My dreams are knives and satin, a morning sated, they are odd solutions infinitely non-convergent. […]
Shadows in the library
There are moments when he talks to shadows. He knows they care and never interrupt to leave him like a light might do. The moon, the sun even candles shine […]
Save the wrecked
This poem is a pledge for sanity, a wishbone sacrifice, a hymn to truth, a ledge of safety, a time to rest before we face divides. That’s why I read […]
Atropine eyes
The sunshine of spring are like bullets bombarding my atropine eyes. Not like before the lullaby waves of the light brushing my shore, No longer it harbingers spring and the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 