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...

Poetry, Thoughts

Som sagt

8 August, 2019 Björn Blomqvist Leave a comment

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

Literature, Poetry, Thoughts

Silence

1 August, 2019 Björn Blomqvist Leave a comment

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

Poetry, Thoughts

Repris

17 May, 2019 Björn Blomqvist Leave a comment

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

Poetry, Thoughts

Out of order

14 May, 2019 Björn Blomqvist 1 Comment

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

Poetry

The Wrestler

6 March, 2019 Björn Blomqvist Leave a comment

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

Poetry

Lost in…

18 December, 2018 Björn Blomqvist Leave a comment

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

Poetry

Rensa ur

5 December, 2018 Björn Blomqvist Leave a comment

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

Blommans Art & Poetry Blog

All posts by Björn Blomqvist

Som sagt

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

Out of order

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

Some kind of word artist

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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

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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

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Some kind of word artist

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

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