Would be Blind
Your skin would be braillefor my wandering fingertips,your lips, elbows,the nape of your neckwould tell methe quivering story morethan the smile on your lips. I would listen to sighsevery beat […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Candlemass
Halfway into the nascent light I noticed, on my morning walk, a pre-sunrise twilight making my wood-trek viable. I walked to the sound of cold snow squeaking underneath my feet. […]
Claiming your virtue
Who can claim to be virtuouswithout feeling some pride? Who cannot be cravingfor the possessions of others? Who can be righteouswithout screaming in wrath? Who can ask for othersto pick […]
Waiting for a hero
Her void of nothingnessis an airless roomis nil and zeroand ready to be filledas the perfect vesselwaiting for her heroto fill her beingin a place to nestleto reshape herselfinto something […]
Weightless burden
Pain of bleakness more than greythis November burdens with its weightless mass.My sorrow stomps,stuck in claymaking love on broken glass;daylight reeks from sadness and decay of grass. Bared are branches, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 