Concerned
Browsing my browthrough the mist in the mirrorI trace the creasesand folds of my facethe shadows of sadnessthe wrinkles of worrythese carvings of care —my consciousness naked,confirmingmy being myself,man, not […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Until… too late
Slipping slowly,deeper, deeper drowninginto sleepno counting sheepembraced by dreamsentranced untiluntilmy beasts againerupt from deep within,they ask me why?and how or what?WHO? my heart is racingsheets are serpentstoo much at stake,awake! […]
Stagnant
Forever stuck in stagnant marshlands,we’re tied to routines, ruts to nowherestill and stale, no breeze, static. mooredwe’re, muted, we’re bored — Oh Lordplease send us tempests, galesand hand us plight […]
Those specks of dust
Chalked – the contoursof corpses, soldiers lefton the silent streetsnow settling slowly underdust a whiter shade of paledust that smothers mothersdust that covers daughters soileddust that covers sootdust that hides […]
Winter’s end
We season springwith silence,cease to speak;and sit to sip our tea;we listen to the eagershift of wingsfrom a wren awakenedto the scent of last year’sleaves consumedby greedy earthworms;we sit and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 