The whistle blower
Through the soles of my feet I feel the weight of the ore they’ve ripped from the soil. The heavy wheels tell me stories of machinery and guns, of steel […]
A heavy cart
His breath, a heavy cart beguiled with mud so near his journey’s end He’s wigged with ash — his crown has sliced the shade with threads and filaments — a […]
Untethered from the winter’s seal
Like lead: still burdened by the winter’s seal come break it, have the yoke of onus banned With sun’s delight, we say farewell to night a blowing wind, to lift […]
Cherry blossom tears
Bending into blue cherry blossom waits, shy — undressed like you blushing — blessed. With fingers weaved we knew, we saw the tears of spring, clinging ‘fore it fell to […]
Craft Dreams
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
It was either ascend by metaphors or go under a plain life Sink, immerse, suffocate and drown in gyring commonalities. Or so…
Björn Rudbergs writings 