Nude on beach
By sea I rest in muted blisswith whisper of the waves is thismy sunscape? My skin caressed is kissed and pleasedto be tempted, tickled teasedby sunbeams I dress with leaves […]
Category Archives: kenning
Ink-dance survival
Captured in ink-danceboth moon-street silver,bud-bursts blossom, forgotten springand alas, a sentence-explosionof built-up angerfor what’s lostto misinterpreted mind-mapsof a brow-folded soul. Still we nightshade forgetand gloss the axe-wordswith honey-muted lips. In […]
Ink-dance
This poem is an ink- dance, it’s my trance, a riddle-maker’s tune for buds-a-bursts and barefoot-walks. A poem for the sake of sun-glassed stance for red-eyed-dawns and dusk of cotton-candy-skies […]
Sacred fifty-fives
In fiddle-wrecking, mustard-seeking, grasp for comprehension. Should we wreck the sacred fifty-five? of honesty-compression and lugubrious self-exposing, word-explosions beyond the mind-expanding borders of the sacred fifty-five. Should we paint-by-number Friday-ode’s […]
Wrangle-scalpel and honey-fork – Kennings for dVerse
with lashes of your language-dagger you’re cutting pieces with your anger-axe and carve me nicely with your wrangle-scalpel but when you use your temptress-snake and softly twirl your honey-fork around […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 