Tag Archives: Poem

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

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