Wasted
The waste of sunshine shadowed and watered grins in emptiness of words: “How do you feel today?” As watercolors blended into brown are pigmentation wasted. “Have a nice day” As […]
Category Archives: free verse
Roses on the battlefield
Before dear-johned, you imagined sips of home. You imagined roses, different than crimson flowers blooming on your comrade’s chest. You imagined her atonement meant, before your flowers bloomed. Linked to […]
A/t fault
Tread lightly on the edge, collect your sense as pebbles cotton-wrapped to sentences, cause whispered words and silence both are going to extremes these days. There’s a price to pay […]
After rain
Iridescent a rain- bowed scent of green. when after rain; sheened in simmered dusk she nests herself besides him, rests still silent, husked and hiding seeds of yes. In flowered […]
Passed my prime
Passed my prime at fifty-three dividing facts to factoids; I’m factored small between and passed. But if I wait I’m primed and proud again when undivided fifty-nine. Kerry wants us […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 