Some Kind of Word Artist

On a bench, a painted worddrops down on a leafBy a leaf, a silent touchlifts an eye above the headInside a head, a good thought spinning to slips asideOne step aside, a badfeeling bouncing in the chestDeep inside the chest,… Continue reading

🥀 The Flower like Me 🌻 From a crack in the street, grew a flower with the aim of eternal life. The asphalt that covered playgrounds and cycling paths was surrounded by concrete houses. He grew up beyond all the… Continue reading

The uncertainty in my eyeshides the knowledge I haveMy mind is in control of thewords you hear but not feel The speech in my voiceis another bite on my lipsAn incision along my tongue isa choice to swallow my pride… Continue reading

Small fragments of a light wind blowing away, fast of a slow storm, full of anxiety. A hurricane spinsaround as a typhoonin my head until I fall like thehouse of cards. I lie flat on the ground until it sinks… Continue reading

I have been there before, near an open end when all choices are hidden in the trees. I followed the same path firmly in the opposite direction, when a line was drawn under the ground of eternity. Beyond the light,… Continue reading

It’s a complex world, full of bubbles in a bubble One wants out, the other still making trouble All feelings in a dense forest, waiting for the rain The sun shines when the lust is in the moss to feel… Continue reading

Am I too nice to be hard when the world turns upside down?Am I too afraidto show my sensitivitywhen other spinsthe earth backwards?Am I too weak to be strongin a weightless universe, empty of content?to be a numberAm I too… Continue reading

What if, What ifThe voice in my headUnwanted, out of control I sink, I sinkI’m don’t act, I react What if, What ifIt lives in my headOften, out of reach I fall, I fallDown, often down ©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-27 Continue reading

Since 2012, I have written 299 poems, and this will be the 300th. What’s out there and what’s in here is an interpretation of my poetry. It has constantly moved from my inner feelings to beautiful and enlightening things I… Continue reading

Barrels full of tears in a sad patrol, rest to store fears in rows, surrounded by it’s enemies in oak uniforms. Red wine in the color of spilled blood, survived the battle between the grief and the grapes. In frontline… Continue reading