Crossroads
With hurried clicks from her stiletto heels she rushes home to celebrate success and filling up the emptiness she feels when drunk on crimson wine she finds her bliss She […]
Category Archives: sonnet
She keeps her roses in a treasure chest
She seeks the roses of a faded youth and saves them deep inside her treasure chest its wheels could play a madrigal of truth but all she hears is sunshine […]
Crossing the moat – Conceit for dVerse
you talk with sprockets smooth from oil and grease like bullets from an AK-47 but coming home I find you lost your ease and walk in muddy boots invading heaven […]
November beasts – Petrarchan sonnet
Across the moors a shriek of angst is heard and see the moon that hides behind the clouds as beasts are roaming through the woods and glades and high above […]
The specter of my sins – Sonnet for Trifecta
the specter of my sins keeps me awake I shut my eyes and hear the things I did repeating – looping all today’s mistakes the phantom of neglect my sleep […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 