Author: Björn Blomqvist

Aspiring author with (master level/thesis) in Art History and Visual Communication and Bachelor of Arts in History. Amateur actor and published poet - sometimes writes art reports and articles from art exhibitions.

Shared Moments 

I just borrowed the sun
that shines in your eyes,
to dry my lonely tears

I walked by the path  
you have in your heart,
to share my moments

I sailed by the wind
in your broken mind,
to lighten my anchor 

I caught the sky
you sent down to me,
to open my soul

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-16

Speakable…

On a bench, a painted word
drops down on a leaf
By a leaf, a silent touch
lifts an eye above the head
Inside a head, a good thought
spinning to slips aside
One step aside, a bad
feeling bouncing in the chest
Deep inside the chest, a new word
waiting to paint a heart
Stuck in a heart, a painted letter
still rest on a bench

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-09

In Bloom…

🥀 The Flower as I 🌻

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 fine flower arrangements and the road was never straight.
The road that led him forward was crooked and lined with obstacles and resistance.
The acquisition, which was governed by inheritance and obligation, was the predetermined course.
Nothing went as wrong as the credible thesis – a theory failed.
With death as a close visitor, the life got a second chance.
From an asphalt flower to a victim after a deadly journey under a vehicle, the wounded plant rised against all odds.
From a course change to discourse in the academic flower box, new seeds where spread.
Nectar that has always been there was suffocated due to uncertainty.
The survivor of the working-class society became a conqueror of dual bachelor’s degree.
The conquest is unique in the collection of familiar flowers.
Dramatized acting on stage became plant nutrient to the root.
The strength of memorizing the words in the script, became the flower’s power on the stage.
Predisposition for artistic analysis is the strength that strengthens the stem.
Water and sun are mixed with culture that breathes over the leaves.
The pot of poetry will be filled to the brim with hungry poems to feed a starving poet.
Words and emotions are fed with stanzas and verses from the middle of the soul
The damaged flower survived a serious car accident (this day 41 years ago) and he is still in bloom.

© Blomman 2022-01-07

Fighting the truth

The uncertainty in my eyes
hides the knowledge I have
My mind is in control of the
words you hear but not feel

The speech in my voice
is another bite on my lips
An incision along my tongue is
a choice to swallow my pride

Beside us in another direction
boils the letters to a new
reality you own when you talk
but I’m only listen to myself

In between faces of altercation
grows all we don’t see but
only hear it as bouncing eco
from hearts to a fight of the truth

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-02

Fall

Small fragments                                                 
of a light wind                                                     blowing away, fast 
of a slow storm, 
full of anxiety.                 

A hurricane spins
around as a typhoon
in my head until 
I fall like the
house of cards. 

I lie flat on 
the ground until 
it sinks away,
lower and lower,
and I with it… 

©️ Blomman 2022-01-01

A Path to Something New?

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, far from all coincidences, a wisdom grew deep beneath the heap. I dug a ditch to finding a hope instead of plow forward in the right direction. In the end, I was on the same spot to look up, to stare down and be dazzled by the light in the front – out of conclusions.

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-01

Complexity

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 the pain

Down the mountain goes

a lucky road from the top

From a hope to a jump out

shakes the ground without a stop

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-30

Uncomfortable

Am I too nice

to be hard

when the world

turns upside down?

Am I too afraid

to show my sensitivity

when other spins

the earth backwards?

Am I too weak

to be strong

in a weightless universe,

empty of content?

Am I too difficult

to be a number

when my genius

sleeps on the moon?

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-27

The herald among Duke Charles’ men 16th century

Often, too Often, I Think…?

What if, What if
The voice in my head
Unwanted, out of contro
l

I sink, I sink
I’m don’t act, I react

What if, What if
It lives in my head
Often, out of reach

I fall, I fall
Down, often down

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-27

Window Mode

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 that has constantly moved from my inner feelings to beautiful and enlightening things I have seen outside and around me. It has and will perhaps be a journey between the light and the darkness. But in between there’s a force so strong as in the best moments can move the mountains, who are a part of the roller coaster in my life.

So this is my 300th poem

A tiny light, surrounds
by the darkness, I feel

Crushed life that sounds
when emotions are real

Rays of the sun, walks
in a motion, so bright
Color of sensitive talks
paints my hope, by night

A feeling of calm, plays
alone when you can’t see
An inner fight in days,
a personal war for me

All bricks in the wall, sings
a capella for deaf ears
Dare to look, touch things,
doing it, without fears

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-20

What happened? – What’s happening next?

There is a sun, anyway. For a couple of days, a small bird has sitting on my shoulder, and told me that, I need to fly out of my nest. It’s six years since I’ve wrote an article or a review. Instead of that, I’ve mostly written poetry and nothing in my novel.

But!

When I’m thinking on it, I know I’ve so much to tell. I’ve two drafts of novel stories in my head, but have only one of them on paper, far from ready to be send to the publishing company. In meanwhile, I’ve time for write both articles, reviews and still write a lot of poetry. 

So…

What am I waiting for? 

Photo: Me on stage – a character in the

play: Arsenic and Old Lace

Between Grief and Grapes

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 with shields, thin like the shells of the grapes, a bloodline is the line behind the enemy. The infantry still standing on the feet of the wine glasses, ready to fight for what they crying for. Deep down in a wine cellar, far from the sunlight, lies a grief, alone and missed by the survivors who refusing to leave them for the next harvest.

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-15

Along the Road

Step by step on a forgiving road,  

a walk alone

Heavy rain falls from the fog, 

a day to remember 

Going back for a moment, 

a memory on a stone 

Lights in the night on a shining mind, 

a day in november 

Tone after tone of a surviving song,  

a mystery voice 

Heavy clouds push me down, 

an emotional fight

Climbs up through the haze, 

haven’t a choice

Strength in the body on a rising soul, 

to catch what’s right 

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-12

🎼 Once

Be the way,
easily walked
inside my heart

Be the song,
beautifully sung
outside my soul

Be the melody,
softly played
through my head

Be the dream,
slowly touched
on my mind

Be the words,
lovely whispered
in my ears

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-10

Voices


In meanwhile, when everything
are resting in silence, but in a
head full of voices, on a slope,
down through my chest, rolls
everything I’m afraid of, faster
and faster till the end of what?

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-08

Thoughts in the Snow

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Being alone in a quiet place, 
by winter’s time in the bay. 
Seeing snow far from space, 
near home, a beautiful day.

Finding a sound of a wave, 
to come and cover a stone.  
Looking for moments to save, 
when words are being alone.
  
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-04

Untouched Dots…

I don’t know, but I think I…
feel that, the worst, but I…
don’t know if it’s true, if I…
can’t have a clue, when I…
think on it, untouched…

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-03

Heavy

Falls like
a plummet 
to the bottom, 
when my anxiety 
surfs on the waves, 
and all my thoughts 
are heavy as the ship
in the port by the 
sea of worries

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-11-21

At ones

One thing within, like a sin 
Starts of a reason this season 
One time on prime, like a crime,  
Starts to swear, everywhere and here 
One way, like I´’ve say,  
Ends on this line, even mine

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-11-04

Posted

As thoughts 
in a mail box,
out of emptiness,
without sender,
sleeps the Devil
in the darkness,
ready to kick
all my worries
through the lid.

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-10-20

In the land of Anxiety

In the land of anxiety, 
at a port in tears
rest the ships, 
close to the cranes 
In the land of anxiety, 
on a airport of fears
sits the worries, 
inside the planes

In the land of anxiety, 
on a lake of scars,
dies the pain,
fixed on the hook
In the land of anxiety,
under the stars,
stands the anger,
to get a look 

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-10-14

Ordskogen

Är vilse i skogen av alla vackra ord,
med en kartbok i handen,
 fylld med svordomar jag
inte kan uttala.
Ord som växer i diket 
längs vägen som förde mig hit…

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-09-20

To hold back

A moment to explode or, 
an accidental piece of shyness, 
can't get it in bloom, all you want, 
the will, the most lovable feeling, 
inside a bubble that you can't crack, 
because the fear is a thick skin on
an equally thick layer of shyness...

...why? 

© Björn Blomqvuíst 2021-09-20

Captured

Inside, like air of a balloon
by thin shelter of thoughtfulness
stands a man in a comfort zone,
sad with lack of happiness.
Stuck, as flies in the spider’s net
lies a hug all alone, miles away,
captured by thoughts to regret,
now or later, mostly yesterday.

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-09-15

Silver Roses

Color doesn’t matter 
by the end of the rainbow
when roses grow, by love,
but die by the waterfall,
in meanwhile all the
golden flowers build 
a road along a silver field,
full of roses to walk on,
for you, only for you…

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-08-31

Unstoppable

Filled by fire, 
a monster of a kind, 
what happened, 
what is it to find. 

To feed, to grow, 
like a big worry,
what is it, what 
makes me sorry?

Bad thoughts, 
an anxiety to fight,
what happened, 
there’s no light.

To feed, to grow 
like a big ball,
what is it, what 
makes me fall?

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-08-14

Body boiling pressure

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Uncut thoughts are filled to the top
all the way down through my body
Unresolved issues run non stop,
to pump my veins, hard and bloody

Unwanted information, in a war room
between my chest and my brain
Unpolished madness on moon
a monster to makes me insane

Unidentified emotions are still left
when the pressure begins to rise
Undesirable reactions are a theft
full of explosive hatred as the prize

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-06-22

The life long battle – Part 2

Sometimes a small light in a tunnel, a winter’s day. Twenty four hours by eighteen with darkness. Only a memory flashes by. A moment as a traveler in a wheelchair along dark culverts – heading for the goal. Searching for the light and a new step for a life at home again.

What happened before and after is a mystery? A detective work. His journey close to death by the ruler as the distance between the car and the ground was cut into pieces and only one centimeter was left. The one who separated life from death.

To be home was a start to win it back, the lost moments he doesn’t have or not to remembered. Only he could felt the presence of the guardian angels, that moment. As an echo in the block, all rumors of his death, was more fake as death of the civilization. It lives, and he too.

Short steps forward became a fight through thoughts and descisions from people who had more to say and to decide about the boys future. Wounded both on the inside and physically on the outside, became all obstacles more higher and all roads even longer. 

Back on his feet but out off interest to jump faster forward and with his eyesight as a minor obstacle, could the future be blind. With full sight on one eye and only ten percent on the other, as scars after the accident, was all shortcuts in life, far away. 

What could he do later and why he had to start over the third grade, again? Had he all the power he needed to start over and build a future of what it takes to succeed as a human?

© Björn “Blomman” Blomqvist 2021-06-20

In progress

Soon, I’m hoping to post part 2 of The life long battle. It’s more about what happened after, and how it goes after the boy’s long visit at the hospital, and if he can start over and built a new life. To leave the life like a wounded bird – home in his nest. There are so many setbacks and obstacles in his life, to tell about.

© Björn “Blomman” Blomqvist 2021-06-10

Fragile II

Today, my existence,

words on a stone

Tomorrow, my voice,

a tool in your hand

Yesterday, my future,

was written in the sand

Someday, my destiny,

leaves me alone

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-06-03

Stop thinking – Start living?

What if
It happens
Now or later
What if
It’s going to happen
Then or tomorrow
What if
I’m crazy
Or…

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-05-21

Words to picture

One word, one person, a frame

Two words, two colors, a contour

More words, many motifs, one picture 

One voice, one listener, one opinion 

Two voices, two people, one talk

A lot of repeats, huge mistakes, one chance 

…who am I, to judge? No answer

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-05-17

The life long battle

A winter’s day in January 1981. One place, a boys and a lot of guardian angels. Ice cold snow by the road, as walls in a war. A road covered by ice, smooth like a mirror. There’s a line between the goal and the destiny. The mission, a journey between joy and an adventure made for children.

When an icy road has a duty to deliver, he didn’t make his task in the playable battle. It could be his last in life, but the guardian angels were on duty that day, to save the boy’s life.

A car, fast as a shark swallow him in one bite. Invisible friction between ice and tires, hadn’t a chance. It could even be the last day to dance. In a moment, he was gone, gone everywhere. In his head and visually down the road. No snow banks couldn’t stop it, no brakes and an impossible task missed to do what it has to do.

The distance, half of a ruler, down under a car, dragges the boy as long as it took to stop the vehicle. How long, they did’t know, but at the end, the boy was out of consciousness. All rumors where many, but the guardians angels had the upper hand that day.

Was he dead? Where’s he now? Why did the boy ended up under the car? Why didn’t he thrown aside by the incredible force the car had to get rid off? Who is he? Questions all over, couldn’t be answered by the guardian angels when the boy – half dead, flew side by side with the angels, across the clouds to land softly on the roof to the capital city’s biggest hospital.

Lucky to be alive, the boy came home after awhile. By surprised look in others eyes, had the boy, by help of the guardian angels, won the war. The battle of death and the future. Whith scars deep inside and visible ones on outside – he still trust the future and always trust his angels.

The last thing he does in this moment, is to end this short episode and hope to win a new battle everyday. The fight against anxiety and the war against his low self-esteem. Obstacles along the way have always been there.

Soon a new obstacles to be defeated.

…to be continued

Based on a true story

© Björn ”Blomman” Blomqvist 2021-05-14

När det blir fel…

…vill försvinna för en stund

eller bara få vara osynlig 

på obegränsad tid i rymden

eller där ingen letar, dit 

ingen kommer, där karta

och kompass inte finns… 

 

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-05-14 

Inner War

In a selfmade war, I’m standing
when my anxiety’s bombs are landing 
and smashes me in pieces 
that never will be found 
when my thoughts in my head 
goes around and around 
to struggle and fight 
when my emotions fall apart 
by night, in the duvet’s entrenchment 
and I mediate for peace 
in my brain, captured by sense,
tied in a chain…

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-05-09

Tvära kast

Som fåglar runt hjärnboet 
landar känslorna mjukt 
i bröstet när allt omkring 
är osynligt,  men nära 
som om det inte fanns, igår.

Som en vind från ingenstans 
virvlar tankarna som en 
getingsvärm i hjärnboet 
tills allt faller till marken, 
hårt, dagen efter.


© Björn Blomqvist 2021-04-29

 

Traffic light life

behind the glass, under the surface,

colored in red, green and yellow

lives emotions, in heavy traffic of

love and passion, together

in the youth of the nature, resting

under the golden light of the sun

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-04-14

Obscure Spring Poem

The warmest star in our solar system 

is awake longer and longer, 

as far as the distance between 

my thoughts and the darkness 

down my soul, to catch 

a moment to touch

when nothing exists in the blood

under the skin in my veins,

when flowers grow fast

above land to drink water

from my body of dry emotions

and drunken leaves full

of anger on a highway to 

the sun and back…

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-04-01

Contrasts

When the earth 
spins around 
in circles

You are the sun 
I’m the moon

When the world 
turns over
upside down

You are the God
I'm the devil

When universe
stays strong
to survive 

You are the stars
I'm the chaos

When the rainbow
ends somewhere 
close to us

You are wise
I’m the searcher


© Björn Blomqvist 2021-03-30




The Motif 🎨

A moment,
a walk on the clouds
when all stars
captures your emotions

A moment,
a life within the framework
when all colors
stays in your mind

A moment,
a life inside the painting
when all artists
paints your happiness

A moment,
a walk on the sun
when all paintbrushes
creates your beauty

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-03-11

Shadow by Truth

Who cries by your side, 
when lies are what you hide
Who walks on your mind, 
when talks stays behind 

Who fights in your head, 
when the lights is dead
Who fears what you say,
when tears fills the day

Who wins in your game, 
when twins looks the same
Who trust your story, 
when you must be sorry

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-24

Better mood

Lightness lifts my soul
from the ground
when an invisible force
keeps my mind alive

A silent moment
spinns my body around
when the good mood
don’t want to dive

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-14

Wrong sense

By train, full of emotions
on a railway, made of thoughts,
vibrates my fears
from side to side

By air, loss of lifes,

in a sky, made of mistakes,
falls my mind
from the cloud to the ground

By boat, empty of happiness

on a sea, made of tears,
sinking my destiny
to the botton

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-13

Surface II

On water, by the sea of waves
Surfs my anxiety through the net

Unwelcome thoughts are not the saves
It will cost my temper and all I bet

In days, by the pandemic with fears
Swims my worries, deep down
Under surface, there’re hidden tears
As long as it stays, my mind will drown

Two thoughts, by a single brain
Floats apart and drifts away
Every day, a struggle of strain
To find a healing soul to stay

Along the coast, by a broken heart
Flying my torpedoes under the skin
In my veins, there’s a bloody start

At a moment, the anxiety sets to spin

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-04

Choices

All I want, is to believe I
Will do the right thing, but I
Think it’s wrong, though I
Can’t being free of it, if I
Still being afraid from what I
Trust…!

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-03

Down to…

To have
a feeling
of being
the wreck
on the bottom
in my
emotional lake
is an
empty thought
of being
full of holes
along the soul

©️Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-28

På flykt…

I en värld, upp och ned,
när jorden är platt, på
kanten mot universum,
står jag och balanserar.

I ett steg, snavande nära,
ligger det svarta hålet,
framför min fötter, som
vägen bort från mig själv.

©️Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-03

Why Poetry…

Somewhere in universe, to a forgotten place. Somewhere but close to the outer space.

There is a poetry box, locked but filled of words, lines and united letters, ready to fly with the birds

Down from a dark sky, to bounce on the stars, comes all emotions to a poem and landing softly on my scars.

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-02

Deep down

No light in my
emotional jungle,
I search to find
a fight to running
my mind.

In the dark my
feelings start to yell,
I spark my brain
in an unbeatable
pain.

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-01

Ensamma trädet

Ett ensamt träd,
det ingen ser,
vajar i vinden,
skrattar och ler

Ett ensamt träd,
med ärr i barken,
ett lövfall i vinden,
sakta mot marken

Ett ensamt träd,
det ingen saknar,
kämpar i vinden,
när fåglar vaknar

Ett ensamt träd,
på egna fötter,
dansar i vinden,
genom alla rötter

© Björn Blomqvist 2020-12-25

Hit by a car…

My guardian angels of 1981,
were on duty to make it done.
My playful life the day before,
wasn’t ready to live anymore.

My guardian angels that night,
were on duty to make it bright.
My scars the invisible tears,
weren’t ready to live on fears.

My guardian angels in strife,
were on duty to save my life.
My sight the wounded head,
weren’t ready to be dead.

© Björn Blomqvist 2020-12-09

Vilse

Vill rymma
från nåt
jag inte ens
ryms i

Vill bli fri
från det
jag inte ens
är fast i

Vill gå vidare
från allt
jag inte ens
vet finns

Vill släppa det
från toppen
jag inte ens
har nått


©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-11-28

⏮⏹▶️⏸⏭ Corona

As the sound of a
dance song, spins
days by the fear of
a soundless virus,
played by Corona.

On stage behind
chorus line, waiting
the virus to dance
through your body,
down to the floor…

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-11-19

Autumn night’s love echo

Leaves are falling down to the ground
as quietly as the wind in your hair when
tears are falling down on my cheek
as hard as the rain in your hands

Stars are fighting the darkness
as easy as the love in your eyes when
words of love are written up in the sky
as the signs for heavenly love

© Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-28

Ongoing Projects

260 poems have now been sorted and categorized. Four different topics. Mostly love, thoughts and visual impressions. The reason with it, is to publish my favorite poems in a book someday.

The ongoing write process with my debut novel has get better. The deadline is set to spring 2021. The novel will be somthing between a crime novel and an youth novel.

Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-27

Broken

Let my inner silence
dance
on a thread
above devil’s sea


Let my empty soul
escape earth,

alone in the dark

Let my cold heart
melt away,

heavy fall apart

Let my broken thoughts
drown down,

fast like a stone


©️Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-16

Off…

Back,
deep through
the hole off
confusion, 
fast dug by
the darkness

Way out,
a solution
owned by
the time
through
the eternity

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-04

Corona’s poem

Distance is the new normal
and my lips are sealed
in protection as formal,
when I’ve enter people’s field

Loneliness, night and day
in our souls and hearts
when the end is far away they say,
if nothing ends before it starts

Closed world open the mind
and learn what went wrong
when you searching to find
answers, weak or strong

Giving up or fight, the choice
to struggle or running away
to write a poem as my voice
when nothing is left one day

© Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-01

Droppen som…

Jag är droppen 
som hänger kvar 
i vattenkranen 
när allt dras åt

Jag är droppen 
som faller ned 
på kanten av
orons bottenplugg

Jag är droppen 
som ligger kvar 
med tankar 
som aldrig torkar

Jag är droppen 
som vill försvinna 
till att alltid
komma tillbaka 

©️Björn Blomqvist 2020-07-31

På/Av-knappen

Jag ser den inte
Jag når den inte
Långt borta
Långt härifrån
En ström av känslor
En strömlös plats
Där finns ett slut
Där slutar allt som finns

©️Björn Blomqvist 2020-07-20

Unfocused

It came as a seed
to ruin my mind,
suddenly a need
to search and find

It’s back tomorrow
as a scar in my past,
dressed like a sorrow
and grows too fast

It bangs alone
still inside my head,
heavy like a stone
to hang in a thread

It’s now or never
to catch and release,
push it down forever
piece by piece

© Björn Blomqvist 2020-05-30

Machinery

That feeling of nothing or everything which never exists, yet

That thought of something or nothing to happen, later

That thing of everything, or by the way, a thing who doesn’t appear, now or later…

…in the name of the anxiety

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-04-29

Heavy

The gravitation of uncleared stuff inside my head, pulls down whole my soul to the ground, step by step.

Like a forgotten piece of paper, with unreadable notes, lies my body on the street, facing up as a worring kind.

A heavy truck, missing of brakes, filled with tons of dark minds too fast too late to…

…react

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-04-29

OCD’s sky

An obsessive lightning,
a flash in my chest,
gathers clouds
of compulsive
darkness,
all of them
in my head,
to make thunder
during a heavy…


…disorder

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-03-18

Anxiety

From one side
of my mind
deep inside,
one of a kind.

Coming fast,
always alone
same as last,
like a stone

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-03-09

Find the way

Friday afternoon ”the cleaning project”. Heavy rain over a worrying mind, starts to look for unsolved things to find. Lost in the world and a an empty head, awake, asleep and hundred years to be dead.

Nothing rise like the sun, an early day, when the moon of all thoughts has only dark words to say. Different ways to solve and clean, throws back the good thoughts when nothing is what it has to been.

One day I’ve to catch, look and feel the light, when the darkness is gone, easy without a fight.

© Björn Blomqvist 2019-10-25

Som sagt

Vet inte vart det bär,
en lös tanke
på kanten av ett moln

Där sitter dom,
alla de hopplösa grodor,
min mun spottat ut

I kö, på rad att falla ned med regnet,
gnager solen
ett hål i mitt bröst

Den virvelvind jag känner,
en katapult av känslor,
fyller oceaner…

…som inte finns

©️Björn Blomqvist 2019-08-08

Silence

Transmission of silence,
an invisible walk inside,
outside my head,
to a dead end of bitterness,
shouting from the hip
to a dynamite of emotions,
all over the entire body

© Björn Blomqvist 2019-08-02

Repris

Frigörelsen igår 
blir till morgondagens 
häkte

En osäkrad känsla
briserar i ett explosivt
crescendo

Dagen är förlorad
tills en okänd morgondag
vaknar

I framtidens ovisshet
krafsar gårdagen ömt under 
huden


© Björn Blomqvist 2019-05-20

Out of order

Empty thoughts
in the speed
of the light,

struggling
out of control
in the command
of the brain

Big things
are blinded
in the dark
of the night,

kicking
the ghosts
in the front
of the train

© Björn Blomqvist 2019-05-14

The Wrestler

I’m dressed, blue or red,

to the struggle in my head

Steps in circles, side to side,

for a brainless stride

Be alone, now or later,

when the pain will be greater

Tomorrow, day or night,

to a mindful fight…

…in the darkness, out of sight

© Björn Blomqvist 2019-03-06

Lost in…

Deep, deep through my soul,
the sound of a falling stone
There is a big empty hole,
around and always alone

On and inside my boiling head,
the heat of a burning mind
To catch thoughts, alive or dead,
don’t know and what am I to find

© Björn Blomqvist 2018-12-18

Rensa ur

Snurra hjulet, titta ned 
Känn vinden, bromsa upp
 
Ropa högt, lyssna in
 
Fånga stunden, pusta ut
 

Spring för livet, kasta loss 
Hämta andan, greppa tag
 
Rensa tankar, samla kraft
 
Hitta tillbaka, alldeles tom
 

© Björn Blomqvist 2018-12-04

Stuck

As you know, I’m published as poet in two anthologies and now try to figure out what am I have as a poem to this year’s anthology.

It’s two weeks to deadline and maybee I need more red wine or only a better self confidence.

Wish me luck…

© Björn Blomqvist 2018-10-24

Lost

I tried to find poetic lines,

that bouncing against a black wall

of unbreakable bricks

I tried to capture feelings,

that fall into an open sea

of sunken love

I tried to say words,

that rise to a sky

of untouched clouds

© Björn Blomqvist 2018-10-16

Honesty

Honesty’s question mark,
a force,
but for someone,
a struggle to perfection

Who?

Honesty’s goodness,
a need,
but for someone,
to drown in Anxiety’s list,

of…

…what’s right and wrong – good or bad

Being sad instead,
to be mad

 

© Björn Blomqvist 2018-09-26

Why

I did not, would I?

I wanted it, but…

…an inner voice said that

Thank you very much,

thanks…

…for everything

A cold farewell,

nothing more

© Björn Blomqvist 2018-08-04

Sjörike

En strimma ljus, en sol i ögonen

En färd framåt, en vind i ryggen

En hjälpande hand, en våg i aktern

En drivande kraft, en åra i vattnet

En bildskön vik, en horrisont i fjärran

En svalkande vind, en båt i rörelse

En avskild plats, en brygga i sikte

© Björn Blomqvist 2018-07-29

Viken

Skummet yr kring den sten
jag döpte en sommar
Viken ligger öppen
som den famn jag dig gav
Vågorna gör mossan mjuk,
lika mjuk som ditt namn
En lätt bris bryter tystnaden,
så tyst som du var då
Regn genom solstrålarna dina,
på en yta i regnbågens kulör

© Björn Blomqvist 2018-02-26

Why?

Enough, my head
explodes
Nerves of steel
were
just paper
There is a limit,
or there
were
A line, thin
as a invisible thread

© Björn Blomqvist 2018-02-11

That moment

There’s a poem in the air,
a poem to write by night
Letter after letter, a line,
to see, to feel and to fear
There’re words on the paper,
words to catch by the light,
Day after day, a house of cards,
to see, to feel and to tear

© Björn Blomqvist 2018-01-31

Färdas

Med vindens fart
en svala så när
på jorden ur havet
ett hjärtas själ
Med vingars hjälp
en ängel så kär
på himlen ur molnet
ett ömt farväl

© Björn Blomqvist 2018-01-17

…Also at: Poeter.se/Blomman

Fredagslabyrinten

I en labyrint vandrar mörkret steget före 
mot den utväg som inte finns, inte här 
inte där heller, bländad av ljuset - överallt 
Myrsteg framåt, eller bakåt? Snurra runt 
Yr i bollen, ett platt fall, himlen är stjärnklar 
Marken är våt, gräset högt och ansiktet ned 
Jorden snurrar och marken skakar min kropp, 
fylld av halta druvor och promillesoldater 
i ett (full)skaligt krig med förnuft och känsla 

© Björn Blomqvist 2018-01-08 

Lost in…

I’m thousand miles away,
away from myself, that’s hard

 I’m lost in an insensible world,
hidden behind my own guard 

I’m looking for answers,
lonely, hungry to survive…

…and

…I’m out of questions,
that’s why I can’t make…

…the dive

 

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-12-26

A nightmare world

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 course of history

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-12-14

…an eternity journey

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 the cube
is stronger than the unaviable help
It’s not me who decides, that’s her elevator,  
Anxiety’s lift
In the dark, far down in the
basement among caves
Is the road to the top…

…an eternity journey


© Björn Blomqvist 2017-12-14

Öm

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

Nattens blomma 🌹

Lidelse genom dagen

som vissna blad

En blommas arma knopp,

när natten gör en glad

© Björn Blomqvist 2017

Nothing of nothing

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…

…It still an empty space

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-11-23

what ends?

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

Sound of…

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

Den som inga byxor har…

Himlen i en ljus nyans, ett tyg ett hav
blåare än mönstret om sömmens nav
Skuggans mörka kant, en fåll ett stygn
starkare än solkustens alla dygn

Svetten kring midjan, en åtsittande här
varmare än hjärtats eldiga atmosfär
Gylfens tajta band, en dragning i sänder
svagare än värmen från dina händer

Gräset mot tyget, en grönska så stor
grönare än den avundsjuka som gror
Ytan i ett solblekt material, en hetta
obehagligare än den is som lättar

Oceaner av bara ben, ett byxlöst land
större än de jeans som sytts för hand
Tyget så raspigt känns, fläckat av slem
mjukare än lädret om spännet i en lem

@ Björn Blomqvist 2017-08-30

Me versus Erwin Panofsky

A long time ago, in 2004, when I was prepared to study at the university – I began to do art analysis. Mostly over the whole exhibition, not on single art work. I used a method I was comfortable with and perfect for my own thoughts (own constructed method).

Today, many years later – efter my degree from the university and with a master thesis in art history, I know more about other art theories in the field of art analysis. My thesis is about heraldic influences on emblems belongs to sport clubs. I done a symbolic and a comparative study about it.

The point is how my method is nearly the same as Erwin Panofsky’s (1892-1968) method to analyze art. Today, I’m more familiar with his theory, so I see likenesses and some minor differences. His first step or level of three in his method, is about what you see in the picture (pre-iconographic). My method when I do my analysis is the same, but with little more. According to Panofsky, it’s to analyze colours, lines, forms, objects, surfaces, directions and people etc. in the picture. I however, analyze movements and dimensions too. How objects can looks to be in a movement. The second is to look for depth through 3D. My favourite part is to look for 3D, (central perspective), as Leonardo painted it. I also analyze the texture, technics and the material etc.

One other task differ from Panofsky. That is how or on what part the analyze will be made. Mostly I do the analysis on the whole exhibition, not on single art works. I put shorter time on every art work and the same to do research about the artist. The background research is a important point for the second level in Panofsky’s method (iconographic), which is more time consuming than what I have time for. But sometimes, there is enough information about the artist in the folder at the gallery, so I do a minor background check.

Further in level 2 comes one of the most central point in my analyses. Find symbols and see the symbolic meaning with different elements in the picture. The same with icons. Hidden or non understanding icons and symbols, are what I love to find. Both my thesis for bachelor degree and the thesis for my master degree in art history, are studies on symbols and icons (but in different artistic areas).

So in my last part of my analysis, I’m already in the Panofsky’s third level (iconological). That is what I think and what I see as the painting’s message and to get my perceived feelings and my thoughts so I can give a final assessment of what I just viewed. My main focus is in what I see and what the painting want to say or tell me, and what I hear. Everything are to perceive it personally. Not even a artist know what am I perceiving and to feel in that moment when I look at the painting – also if he or she has a meaning to create an indignation at the viewer.

The conclusion is how I analyze art and how it is similar or not with Erwin Panofsky’s method. He of course, has many more parts in the analyze and I have no expectations, just hopes and discoveries when I visit an exhibition. So my point is how similar our methods are, even before I had knowledge about his method.

There are, of course other art historians and methods to explore. Svetlana Alpers and Heinrich Wölfflin for example. My point is to compare my method to analyze art in comparison with Panofsky’s method. 

Björn Blomqvist 2017-08-27

Tillbaka…

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 upphällt
glas vin

Jag kommer hit,
likt en hungrig skribent
en sensommarmorgon
i ett kläckfärdigt
skal

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-08-20

When or since?

Big but thin, in a bubble, I live

for the moment, yesterday, just now

Empty but alone, in my mind, I hope

for now, tomorrow, the day before

Invisible but alive, in other’s heads

for a week, or days,  in a moment

 

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-06-17

More ART?

IMG_1328It’s long time since I made an art analysis and the same since I visited an art exhibition. It has been most poetry – maybe, it’s time for a break from poetry and to blog more about art instead? This is both an art blog and a blog for poetry, so…

 …what do you think?

Twisted

By the way,
mind in pieces
A human creation,
on first day,
second temptation,
Never mind,
a different kind

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-06-14

Livsträdgården

Livet, en solnedgång
i en konstbevattnad
ångestträdgård
Blommor växer,
blommor vissnar
Livet grävs upp
livet planteras…


…om

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-06-08

A Poem about my last name

Surname/Last name: Blomqvist

The name consists of two words in one name: (Blom) and (Qvist). Blom is the same as ”Blomma”; Flower (in english), but can also signify: ”Stå i blom”; Bloom or Blossom (in english). The other word is ”Qvist”, kvist with a Q. Kvist is Twig (in english).

The poem will therefore be about Flowers, in bloom, blossom and a Twig. – or more like a Twig with Flowers or a Flower'(s) Twig – or other flowering words that make me smile 🙂

🥀
Spring opened sun,
an early summer day,
in a flower’s nest,
in the end of may

Twigs in bloom,
in a flower bed,
in blossom color,
and roses in red

A summer night,
the frozen flower,
in bloom at time,
in every sunny hour

A flowering tree,
hides in the dark,
Me: the Flower*,
deep in the bark
🥀

*The Flower: ”Blomman” (in Swedish).

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-05-06

Uncontrolled

When and why
it stopped
my body function
Then and how
it started
my bloody anxiety

When and if
it had
my great thoughts
When and where
it left
my fate alone

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-05-03

 

 

Heavenly love…

A borderless love,
a lonely butterfly,
has...

gotten color to rise
in a blue sunny sky

An eternal romance,
an empty place,
has...

gotten hearts heat 
blue eyes and a sunny

smile 


© Björn Blomqvist 2017-04-16

Så lite det behövs…

Ett ord, bara ett enda ord 
maler glas till glaskross 
i ett vakuum av tomma tankar 
Ord av ondo, ord som förgör 
sågar stammen till sågspån 
i ett kalhygge efter fällda tårar 

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-03-21 

 

Djupa märken

En träkniv, sakta karvad 
djupt borrad i min själ 
Naggar i kanten om mitt 
hjärtas inramning 
En långsam, motsols vridning 
söndrar alla mina tankar, 
gänga för gänga… 

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-02-27

Attans

Det snurrar, världen i spinn
Jag på den, vill kräkas
Det går en eld genom kroppen
Jag i den, vill brinna upp
Det felas, måste repareras
Jag vid det, i ursäktandes stund


© Björn Blomqvist 2017-02-13

Storm

Landing in a storm,
in a storm I’m standing
I’m feeling the storm,
a storm rips my ceiling
Have to find the storm,
the storm in my mind

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-02-07

Struggle II

It’s a thought,
a word
who doesn’t
exists
A travel
through my mind,
what it
resists
I wonder if it
gets out
of my
crashed life
An unwelcome
reminder
to end a strife

© Björn Blomqvist  2017-02-04

Feltajmat

Ovan marken i en svävande tanke
faller ilskan ned, fort och

…hårt

I havet av ord hoppar en groda,
grön av avund fram, fort och

…högt

 

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-02-01

Statusjakt

Varför dela 
min bild 
på nätet 
Den bild 
jag nyss tog 

Bara jag har 
den känslan 
där, just då 
å den tanken 
på den platsen 

Det är bilden 
och intrycket 
DU inte ser, 
känner eller 
vet finns där 

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-01-21

 

Again against angst

With or
without it,
it’s heavy
to carry,
or to have
in my head

In or out
that’s easy
to catch,
when it is
there all
the time

Up or down
it goes
when it
climbs on
every day
with the sun

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-01-10

Under hot

Arga blickar i raketfart

av glasskärvors sprängkraft

Viskning i undangömd vrå

drar sprinten ur granaten

Orosmolnet i atmosfären

döljer orden som försvann

En blick till och en ljudlös

upprepning lämnar allting

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-01-10 

Vinter

Nattens täcke,
en dunkudde så vit
kastar sitt ljus
mot stjärnorna
En sovplats nära,
en flinga falla
för de kära
vinterlandskapet

© Björn Blomqvist 2017-01-07

My published poetry – so far…

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For the second time in two years I’ve been published as poet. This time with a love letter and before with a love poem. 

This is the two anthologies where you can read my contributions. I’m very happy to be published as poet (for the second time) and I know – I’ve more , about 160 poems to publish if that was possible?

© Björn Blomqvist 2016

Blindly

Inside out
out of my mind
again the same
Up and down
down to find
the game

Before or after
after my time
on a break
Soon or later
late for a crime
I’ll make

To look up
up in the air
another day’s win
More or less
less be there
under my skin

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-12-01

Autumn house

Trace’s walks along the walls
Hidden places, none open door
Seasons comes, autumn’s calls
As the leaves, inside, a yellow floor

Colorfulness stands by a tree
Under the sky, heaven in grey
Mirroring outside, a cup of tea
As the memories all night and day

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-11-21

Misunderstanding

I’ll do it my way, only one way
I feel thoughts, only my thoughts
You don’t know, when nobody knows
You are blind, when all other are blind
We can’t feel the same, what I feel
We all have wrong, what I say,
…is wrong

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-11-16

Surprise…

Perhaps my poems
are written when I’m sad
but today I’m satisfied
and mostly glad
Sometimes I’m writing
about a sunny day
for to show what I
always want to say
Today, a better mood
only for you my friend
look up and smile, it’s good

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-10-30

Å… vilken känsla :(

Dag för dag, en dag i sänder 
nätter av svärta, i nattens händer 
Igår, idag oron som ränner 
inombords kluster jag känner 

Bakom skalet, under hudens yta 
blod och tårar, i ådrorna flyta 
Kastar sten, fångar grus genom lins 
berget i magen, det enda som finns 

Borta i tid, tidens läkande kur 
klockor ringa, visarna vet inte hur 
Dag till natt, mörker utan motgift 
ångestens resa, objuden på vift 

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-10-23 

 

Daily struggle

Unstoppable feelings by flies
surround my body and head
Open graves never think twice
on thier behalf, they’re dead

Wrong sense leaves the earth
cold and frozen of emptiness
Two fighters – one singel birth
loose all struggles – in progress

Silent hopes for better days
crash the life on a living soul
Loud thoughts hear and says
what’s left in my lifelong bowl

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-10-22

A fire fight…

Unstoppable fire when it rains,
steals my heart and veins
Big thoughts in a minimal bowl
are destroying my soul
Invisible wounds by a wooden knife
are representing my empty life
Nothing of everything I find
are exploding in my mind

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-10-18

Knutpunkt 

Jag dansar barfota på glöden, i otakt
Repet med ångestknutar drar
bröstet tillbaka, i obalans
Jag håller andan länge
under vattenytan, i halsgropen
Nätet med ångestmaskorna går
sönder och samman, i ovishet

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-10-17

At the lake

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Thread, an invisible feeling
over head under reeling
Reflection, a visible look
to a reaktion by the hook

Storm, to strong and thin
like a worm under my skin
To dive, a try to disappear
counts to five, only a tear

Trees, two lines in the lake
the soul´s breeze of break
Leaves, lighter than a mind
of beliefs, or love we find

Fishes, a shoal in my life
takes my wishes in a strife
What now, a moment later
and how, feed the alligator

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-09-14

Glaskross

Han satte vinet
i vrångstrupen,
lika kärvt som
Panamakanalen

Som slussar
kastades vinet
genom luckorna
mot hans
torra läppar

Det var orden
orden hon sa,
orden han hörde
som fick floden
att kasta sig
ut över fallet

På botten,
under stenarna
där jorden täcker
det fördolda,
ligger nu ett krossat
vinglas…

@ Björn Blomqvist 2016-09-02

Overheating

I did it again,
swallowed my mind
of control

to get…
Nothing of it

In this moment
I hate
myself…

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-09-02

Kontring

Där kom den, 
en passning 
från huvudet, 
ut på kanten, 
i en nedtagning, 
på bröstet, 
så det smärtar, 
på insidan 

…en tankeattack

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-08-16

Shadow

In the light
of a screen, when a
lost soul puts
a shadow
on the wall
A dark siluette
filled by
thoughts
you never see
and feel
Locked screen,
a place
Just thoughts
in the air
to climb
over borders
No light, but thoughts
a shadow thing

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-08-14

Det mörka

Jag svävar inte
bland molnen
Jag är molnet,
det mörka
Molnet ni ser
på avstånd
från ett fönster
Jag gråter där
solen lyser
Nära regnbågens
vackra färger…

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-08-10

Det som kom, kommer igen. (En enkel snabb – på svenska).

Det som var borta 
i förfluten tid, förintat, 
avklippt och kasserat 
återuppstod, 
nu i detta nu 
Murar faller, sköldar 
som spricker 

Det som försvann, 
det som inte längre fanns 
Vandrar från huvudet 
genom bröstet i en 
kokande kittel i maggropen 
Jag såg det, jag kände det, 
komma igen

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-08-03

Fragile II 

Life wide

like a field

lifts borders

from a red sky

to a green carpet

when dead things

in a black night

crashes a vase 

on the skin,

carved

throught my veins

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-07-31


Vad finns kvar?

På ett sluttande plan delas mitt inre som två halvor av en vattenmelon. Mina jag glider isär, studsandes över kanten så köttsaften yr över den soldränkta platån. Det bubblar i kroppen som stekta melonhalvor på grillen. Längre bort, i skuggan av mitt värde splittras livet när melonskalet giljotineras mot det karga stenblocket ingen velat flytta på. I bitar av det ätbara, blandad med allt som ska bort finns bara kärnorna kvar. Utspottad på bordet som uttjänta uranstavar ligger jag i kärnhögen och funderar på när det är dags att gå under jorden…

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-07-26

Devil’s stop

One singel thread
on devil’s horns
I’m walking barefoot
through the heat
on devil’s head

One open sky 
on my way to hell
I’m looking straight
through a firefight
in devil’s eye

One missing track
on devil’s map
I’m traveling alone
easy, and soundless
along devil’s back

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-07-25

Not another love poem – …again 😜

Like a rose by night,
you’re colourless
But on inside,
as the rose, a red
loving vibe

Like a rose in the wind,
you fall through
But I’m behind to receive,
when you fall for
the wind, to believe

…in love

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-06-21

Love in rhyme

From nowhere,
something smart
When words
are bouncing
on my heart

Through eyes,
and open ears
Your whisperings
are drying
my tears

In one moment,
a fearless time
two souls and
our love,
isn’t a crime

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-06-10

Why?

You got the picture
I see pieces
smashed
in a mirror
You show the sky
I see clouds,
dark and heavy
You hold it in
your hand
when it slips
through
my fingers
You drive me crazy
I drive, away

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-06-07

Defeated

Everyday a struggle
Everyday a game
Inside me,
outside the ring

Every time a thought
Every time a moment
In my head,
out of time…

©Björn Blomqvist 2016-06-03

Black Rose

Deep in thoughts
along inner darkness
a road over a bunch
of roses
One thorn one step
hurt soul, hurts
to scratch
the moonlight

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-05-26

Suddenly!

Well at home…

I landed by the road
softly and easy, but
after, after work
a turbulence inside
my thinking engine
starts a fire of
conspiratorial ghosts
from side to side
on the road through

My brain…

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-05-17

A short poem about the spring but a poem with a long title so far…

Fields of flowers,
birds in the sky
Early morning song,
birds saying Hi!

The sun and I,
shines like a star
season two comes,
shines where you are


© Björn Blomqvist 2016-05-08

Tracking…

...Like a stone

Without a letter 
far away and back 
nothing isn’t better
to hiding a track 

From one side to
another in my head
hunting for you
I thought were dead

The anguished feeling 
without a name 
comes by healing
allways the same

…Leave me alone

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-05-05

Why… 

Can’t find that feeling 
I’m searching for 
A mood who 
doesn’t exists 
at the end 
of the rainbow

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-05-02

Minor report 2

FullSizeRender 2Today, after four days of writing and about 9 pages, I try to be finished with the draft to the first chapter in my new book manuscript.

Tomorrow or later, I’m beginning the second chapter. I have already twelve chapters with titles which needs to be written with contents.

So the first chapter will be finished soon, hopefully today.

Björn Blomqvist 2016-05-01

Wrong sense

Every star that night
walked on my back
as a sleepless tour
headed for a fight

Early morning sun
jumped on my chest
in a moment later
stopped me to run

Heavy rain by storm
bounced on my face
as shivery skin layer
slimy like a worm

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-04-27

At last – a minor report

Hi there! 

Today, at last, I started to write on my second crime novel. This time I’m gonna make it. I have big plans and everything has to be perfect before I’m sending the manuscript to the publishing company. Of course, I,ve no big expectations but big dreams. It’s the dreams that help me to fly over the obstacles. 

Environments, era and characters will be the same, but of course, a new murder mystery. My goal this time, is to be finished with the draft at the end of the year. If I fail, kick me in the ass – very hard! 😉

Björn Blomqvist 2016-04-26

En ofrånkomlig känsla av misstag

Trasig i ett skal när löv faller 
på stenen så tung av min svaghet 
Grenar vissnar när mina rötter 
gjuts fast ovan stilla rötter 

Smärtsamt i mig när tankar går 
på knäna så tunga av min oro 
Mörkret kommer när mina faror 
etsas fast som utlagda snaror 

Avstannad i ett skede när jag ser 
på ångesten så tung i mitt sinne 
Utvägen stängd när mina tankar 
svetsas fast då hjärtat bankar 

Trasig, smärtsam och avstannad, 
och fast mellan sten och rot 
ligger livet tungt på mitt bröst, 
ensamt och utelämnat av tröst 

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-04-15

 

Mr Confused, Mr Clumsy and I

I did’t again, one name,
a confused thought
Same name two persons,
my angst they brought

I did’t again, I’m sorry
a misstake will start
Same thing, two times,
blood to my heart

I did’t again, why me,
a dysfunctional dude
Same week, two moments,
that’s too rude

I did’t again, I hate it,
a recurring error
Same body, two souls,
can’t stop the terror

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-04-15

Lost soul…

My mind,
a small society
to control
a bigger task
My life,
a lost loyalty
to wear
an existing mask

@ Björn Blomqvist 2016-04-07

Famla efter…

Inuti finnas,
vakna och växa
Från ingenstans,
nu och sedan
Vredens iver,
söka och leta
Baklänges färdas,
ett platt fall
Uppför kämpa,
motsol streta
Ljud i mörkret,
ett ekots skall

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-04-04

It’s in the air…

When the truth
doesn’t hurts,
an open sky of
empty clouds
and two souls
in a puzzle,
goes a love-filled
river over
my sweaty body

When the love
doesn’t hurts,
a sunny sky of
shiny talks
and bright light
in your eyes,
walks a heavy
heart-beat over
your wet body

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-04-02

Closed Door

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Height of the door
a question through
forms of answers
Color of the door
a guessing game
of dark mysteries
Behind closed door
a blind soul raises
unknown expectations
© Björn Blomqvist 2016-03-29

dlroW nwoD edispU yM

Have to spinn
my world around
my broken shaft
Must stop
my wheel inside
my empty chest
Need to destroy
my earth in
my bleeding hands
Want to put
my heart back to
my dignity

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-03-26

Till the end

When all truth is bleeding
behind the shield of wounds,
walks a lie down by my back
When fresh tears are falling
upon the cheek of damages,
blows a dream away from me
When my destiny ends up
beside the crack in my heart,
goes a shadow over my body

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-03-14

Två snabba om kärlek

Here are two short poems (in Swedish), I wrote on the bus on my way home from work. It took about 20 minutes to write them, but I haven’t a clue what I’m saying with them, or what’s the message? Normally it takes longer time for me to write a poem. 
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The Seeker…

Soundless steps in my
heart that fill my
soul of sweetness
want to hunt my destiny
to places of happiness
I try to find, somewhere

High volumes of voices
in my head, play drums
to push my thoughts
on a risky trip to Mars
and forgotten places
I try to find, somewhere

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-03-07

Högupplöst…

Afton på lätta moln
dansar barfota fram
i panorama vidvinkel
långt från verkligheten

Färgstarka fasader
fångar förtjusningen
i en blick, i en kontur
av dina ögons färg

En tilldragelse söka
vy av objektivt mått
med en blixt från en
klar himmels röda ögon

Lins på bruna kuddar
möter en strimma ljus
där mörka hemligheter
vilar på molnet…

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-03-06

Sleepless thoughts

Endless wheels
an act of circus
around my bed
and how it feels
inside my head

Mindless fears
an art of living
inside my mind
and fall of tears
sees what I find

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-03-03

Ömtålig 

Så skör som tunt glas 
i skugga vila,
en sprucken själ 

På halv fot balansera
blint i mörkret,
ett eldklots sinne

Fyllt till kanten gunga
fort, ännu fortare, 
en känslostorm vina 

Yta i tusen bitar yra
över eld och blod,
ett hjärtas inferno

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-03-01

Explore life

Deep inner trip as
the never ending hunt
An invisible map, empty
upside down in my forehead
When I lose pace, the brain
runs too fast on walkways
In future moments through
past darkness no present time
In the end of the rainbow,
the end of all, no maps
no meaning

Björn Blomqvist 2016-02-26

Om hon visste

Jag talar till henne 
då och då 
utan att hon vet 
Tyst för mig själv 
bara i mitt huvud 
allt om henne 
För döva öron tala 
om henne 
till mig 
Smicker flödar 
runt runt här innanför 
utan ljud utan svar 

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-02-19

Love mirror

IMG_0835Down by the rocks
looking straight
in a mirror by the lake
Black surface
catches your smile,
eye color the same
The sun sweeps
the light, hitting hands
through water
Love in the waves
shapes hearts
by silent leaf

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-02-16

Två sidor du…

Korslagda brädor i en linje 
En uppdelning, två tankeytor 
Det mörka, det ljusa, en taggtråd 
Gränsen kastar skugga åt höger 
Solen kastar ljuset till vänster 
Ögon över staketet, näslinje gå 
Markens yta dämpar den tunga luften 
Foten i gräset och handen i gruset 
Falla ned, drömma, falla på eget grepp 

@ Björn Blomqvist 2016-02-15

Loneliness

Slice of kindness
in a box, shaken
not stirred
Destiny of birth
by shadows, seek
and find
Unselfish sounds
like screams, only
the lonely…

Björn Blomqvist 2016-02-11