Poetry – Blomman’s Art & Poetry Blog

⏮⏹▶️⏸⏭ 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

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

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.

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

…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

Öm

Därunder, innanför som äggula
Ett tunt skinn, en hud – fotsula
Trampar mark – sparkar bakut
Skalet spricker – när tar det slut?

Nattens blomma 🌹

Lidelse genom dagen

som vissna blad

En blommas arma knopp,

när natten gör en glad

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

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…

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

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

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

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

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

Livsträdgården

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

…om

A Poem about my Surname

Surname: 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).

Dark Soul

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

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

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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

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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