We Titanic
Wild that word,cast carelessly in outrageis the iceberg to Titanic’s furniturerecklessly careeningacross the first-class ballroom, that word you saidbreeds to ice-cold waterslowly swelling inthe iron-belly of our life; that word […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Breathless through the night
At night I fear to face my dreams, the tingle of what I left undone, the haunting sense of things I lost. At an airport, being late realizing that I […]
Seascape
At the mournful shore with swellsas whalebacks turning, tolling bellsof seachimes; behind the cloud-veiled sky the sun,a bashful orb spilled gold and spunmy sealight. Inhaling this, my moment, minethis scent […]
Later, later found
But from the forest later…later springsthe spring anew; in it subtle song, a timid lightthe soil is wild alive; when rain had ceased to fall,and you’ve forgot to mourn, forgot […]
Veiled
That nightthe moon was cold,the rattling wind,a moody breathwas sullen, sickand tiptoed closeto death. You came before meveiled in silver,exhaling asthe night you died; that nightI burned your lettersbut I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 