Blues dividing blue
Grim illumination: pulsating glow — Despair of eyes it’s ash and ember with his toothless grin: a beggar panders cash. He bends and bows, on bare knees wander clenched — […]
Tag Archives: blues
Mending My burns
Oh my baby, no never please never return when you left, I was lost, but I’ve found me again now I walk on these streets and I’m cold from the […]
When will the summer melt my frozen tears?
I’m wading through the dirt of falling snow when days are buried under too much snow I’m stamping, waiting for a broken plough The icy days are dark inside this […]
A major change – for Friday Fictioneers
Allen only knew the black keys; he always thought his blood was black as ink and his veins could only pulse to the moody beat of blues. The dappled sunshine […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – blues
The autumn rain beat his back relentlessly as he went to work again; the concrete had lost all its petrichor; instead the air was filled with decay of falling leaves. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 