Division deep inside
The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. Elie Wiesel We stand divided, not from borders fenced with razor-wires, but fissured deep inside, a river Styx that’s running wild […]
Category Archives: Ottava Rima
Ode to a mighty man
O mighty righteous man who rule this world You sense what’s right or wrong, and all our facts are yours to bend or keep in secret furled. O humble, gentle […]
Whispers of the timber
Though dead, these grains of wood, as skeins unfold, with hands as kites, in prayer wave; a wind of words, a wish across the plains, “Please save the world from […]
Invention of the brightest minds
See sirens of the tabloid press perform heroic feats, draw likes on Instagram. See news on Starbucks cups, inform yourself on silicon and weight loss grams. See kittens of the […]
How to wrap my words
In gold of dawn, when ink was river’s stream floating merrily among the silver trees verdancy of birches was sunlit dream But autumn comes with fading memories of diamond waterdrops, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 