Still there’s life
Time is passinggentlymeasured by the wilting,by the sweetness of decayand by colors fading. Time is leavingstep by stepby lovers clingingto the scentpreserved as bookmarksin books forgotten. Time will stopby flowers […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Too much
Once, when younger trying …in vainspeaking to girls;I stumbled on syllablesand couldn’t make sense,stitching intentionsinto sentenceswithout tripping on words. Only much laterI aged and was trainedinto tellingand tried to catch […]
Better of yourself
When you live and thriveto find your way, survive,you cannot cope for mileswithout a stranger’s smile;when in misery aloneyour heart will turn to stoneand in sorrow wither downso beam your […]
Lacking we yawn
Yawning in the lackof daylight, wishingour northerly nationwould have the knackfor proper kissingin mutual hibernation:always almost bedtimesleepwalk and stumbleunder overcast skieswith vitamins, enzymesin need to mumbleand pleading we cryJUST LET […]
Waiting for a hero
Her void of nothingnessis an airless roomis nil and zeroand ready to be filledas the perfect vesselwaiting for her heroto fill her beingin a place to nestleto reshape herselfinto something […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 