At night, in sleep, on a sheet
Hiding, beyond the dark
In a row, huge like a fleet,
carved, deep in the barque
Chimaeras sleep at night
Real ghosts aren’t dead
At day, they have a fight,
mostly here, in my head
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-06-12
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.
The Mirror in my Pocket
Two sides in a reflection of
pictures to delete
You and I, or both of us,
but only pieces of me
Deep in my pocket,
broken and not complete
Who am I, what can I see,
or who could it be
My eyes dance alone
on the mirror’s frame
in slow motions to the
melody of broken glass
Lost in a cracked surface,
life picture isn’t the same
In between lies the hope,
leaved in the pile of mass
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-05-21
Sound of a Sunset
Evening sparrows fill the night
with tones, played on the leafs
Calm winds give bubbles
in a tiny puddle on the ground
The shadows sleep on the clouds
in a dream of a snoring sun
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-05-01
Maybe…
…there’re days by the field,
from morning to the night
It’s a hard work to do,
heavy duty without a fight
There’re sweat and tears,
from the sun to the moon
Early start, nothing to say,
only an hour to the noon
There’re lives underground,
from the plant to the grape
Cold water fills the throat,
to shine, live and get in shape
Too much
🎼
Grabbing a glass of beer,
to the sound of a country song
Singing alone my dear,
for being your love, all night long
Fills my life by the barrel tap,
when the body turns to dry
Starts my engine after a nap,
when it lives and don’t die
Hoping to find what I hear,
in a life from bar to bar
Dancing alone my dear,
for being gone, not too far
Fills my life by the barrel tap,
when the body turns to dry
Starts my engine after a nap,
when it lives and don’t die
Shaking the hips and the bone,
to the sound from the strings
Changes words on every tone,
for playing to it springs
Fills my life by the barrel tap,
when the body turns to dry
Starts my engine after a nap,
when it lives and don’t die
🎼
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-26
Cat a strophe
In the mood as a disaster
Lies my will on the floor
Untouched among cats
Miles from the outer door
Alone in the rocking chair
Rests my lust under the rails
Sanded to gravel of stone
When worries cuts the nails
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-14
No no no…
Every night I’m squeezing
my pillow, hard and harder,
until I fall asleep, heavily
Every hours of sleep,
at night, is the nightmare
still alive, still beside
Every morning I wake up,
sad, scared and alive, but
lives next to a nightmare
Sweet dreams needs to
fill my pillow every day
and every moment…
…please
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-03
Trust
In this place,
on this earth,
there is a meaning,
at least mine
I try to explore my
inner with tools
I don’t have or
which one to use
What’s in my toolbox?
To trust my choices
and opportunities,
places the horizon
ever further away
I can’t see it but
I can feel it when
I’m resting my brain
on my invisible pillow
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-02-22
Through the Eyes
Kindness in the speed of the light
gets through the gaze of the dark
Emptiness in the need of the night
gets through the face of the lark
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-02-09
Under the Stars
Somewhere, high above
shines a star on my half-
hearted mission of being
the best version of me
In between, rests a destiny,
heavy on the clouds under
the stars, to lay my star,
softly and warm in my hand
Below, under my feet
shakes the ground in time
with my heartbeats, loudly
so you can hear me sing
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-02-02
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.
© Björn Blomqvist 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…
©️ Björn Blomqvist 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 control
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
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
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
Published
Three times published on…
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-06-06
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
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The E-mail Poem…
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?
It’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
Dilemmas
Choices are
exploding
under my bloody
skin
Results are
burning
on my unsolved
sin
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-02-10
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…
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
Dagsform
💣
En mjuk kropp
av ömma känslor
hårdnar tills den
spricker i tusen
arga bitar…
© Björn Blomqvist 2016-10-21
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
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