All posts by Björn Blomqvist

Published Poet with B.A. In Art History and B.A. in History too. Blogs about Art and Culture encounters, art analysis and about history and trevels. Still writing on my first novel and meanwhile a lot of Poetry. Some kind of Word Artist

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
att 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