Marooned
From sulking waves — in aftermath of words, I’m left marooned. Once before we weaved the seas. We whispered tender words. Waiting – lulled complacent dulled we never saw we […]
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My mist of thoughts
I remember words, as pebbles, beads unstringed, as waves of thoughts, impressions leaves and sieved from tarns as silver, moonlight spilled. “You said it wrong. It never was like this […]
A jealous breeze
A jealous breeze whispers, moving through the blinds Sun drawn patterns dance across the floor Echoes fill this dreaded room, those whining words that whip and tousle hair. I miss […]
Of Butterflies and snowmen
Words are butterflies torn to pieces in the winter storm. Words are shattered glass barely mended using superglue. Words are milk remaining overnight and gone sour Words are snowmen thawing […]
What the grampus whispered about the orchard.
You say perception changes with perspective and if you listen to what grows beneath where slander mycorrhiza will remove your doubt. and it can grow to funghi of a virgin […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 