Golden pearls
The moments just before is also after; each beat of heart are pearls upon a string: until it falls apart in pieces — broken. But how to tell which moment […]
Tag Archives: poetry
I care for carvings
I cannot count each layer laid, on the back of bark, from rise of sap, for every year a ring for every spring I’ve grown. I have seen the aged […]
Ghosts of green
Spring me, dance me melt me twist-skip, curl in grins. Balloon a shimmer spilled from giggle-whispers sparked in jars of rose-dawn clouds. Come light — you scarlet cue; breeze me […]
Solace is a red balloon
He was six and got a red balloon; his sister got a blue. A day in spring when suddenly … the wind sneaked up behind and stole her blue balloon. […]
The tern, my ink
My page, yet blank, the thoughts are sea in doldrums, waiting, waiting for a morning breeze; my hands are soft; I’m less a sailor than observer. At just that moment, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 