The silent roses
The pavement blooms in Paris, Moscow, Dhaka and in Copenhagen, a fragrance not of spring a sick perfume of sorrow a worm inside my chest, a sickness in the rose’s […]
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cordite hardened
we’re hardened by this cordite smell as perfumes of the roses wilt from burials a constant knell we’re hardened by this cordite smell when driving on this road to hell […]
Carpe Diem Haiku Stars – peonies
Kitao wrote when the peonies bloomed, it seemed as though there were no flowers around them First the first line makes me think of loss, the peonies are not blooming […]
Cupid’s quiver – triolet
I love triolet’s, but it was a while since I wrote one. Thought that I’d do a little one in time for Valentine. This one is shared on Dverse open […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 