Blomman’s Art and Poetry

Somewhere in my inner soul there is a force, an unwelcome one, whose purpose is to throw me away from the present and put me in the future A time shaped by all the mistakes I have done in the… Continue reading

Now I’m standing here again, in center of the floor, alone Far away from the corners, far from a helping hand – I fall The downward speed is twice as fast as in oposite direction The force that pulls down… Continue reading

Därunder, innanför som äggula Ett tunt skinn, en hud – fotsula Trampar mark – sparkar bakut Skalet spricker – när tar det slut? © Björn Blomqvist 2017-12-12 Continue reading

Lidelse genom dagen som vissna blad En blommas arma knopp, när natten gör en glad © Björn Blomqvist 2017 Continue reading

An empty space consists of nothing Divided in two parts The eyes are blind by the black surface… …Hindered by hearts One world of hope dreams of everything Gathered on one place Our Globe is blind by the darkest clouds…… Continue reading

The end, end of something, something that ends in this moment, ends up soon… in a living soul, lost of hope, hopes to end that moment by something… © Björn Blomqvist 2017-11-14 Continue reading

Closing my eyes to the sound, no pain Sound from the skies, opening by the rain Laying still, no silence, storm throught the night Black clouds of violence a star is the only light © Björn Blomqvist 2017-09-20 Continue reading

 Himlen i en ljus nyans, ett tyg ett havblåare än mönstret om sömmens navSkuggans mörka kant, en fåll ett stygnstarkare än solkustens alla dygn Svetten kring midjan, en åtsittande härvarmare än hjärtats eldiga atmosfärGylfens tajta band, en dragning i sändersvagare… Continue reading

Jag är tillbaka, likt solen som saknas en dyster dag i ett fallande känsloregn Jag skriver igen, likt poeten och orden en klarblå dag i ett uppklarnades ögonblick Jag känner efter, likt värmen under handflatan en len afton och ett… Continue reading