The final rest
The old discarded servant’s come to rest Beside the outhouse, waiting for the rust A blanket from the woods, of moss, is blessed Against the chilly mornings, his disgust ~~ […]
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The bad in others
The evil and the vile exist in man And always follow road of the debase Today I think we’re evil if we can And corrupted is all our sense of […]
Deasil spin and axis tilt (a sonnet)
I see a reborn nature every year and every time I wonder and amaze Of light’s return and quench the hidden fear That darkness stays and hide the sunshine rays […]
Thirteen
Thirteen A sonnet on #liblit twitter word-game A meeting, thirteenth room and feeling vague No comfort on the thirteenth floor it is The thirteenth room gives awful mindset plague The thirteenth […]
Childhood Biffy
A sonnet to the outhouse I remember childhood country biffy A place to contemplate, without an end I could my little kingdom soon befriend And Never I’d be ready in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 