Månad: november 2014

Isn't it fantastic

Daily prompt: Winning Streak.
What’s the longest stretch you’ve ever pulled off of posting daily to your blog? What did you learn about blogging through that achievement, and what made you break the streak?

Oh my ……………..! ……. this is a question I cannot answer. I am so sorry!
I have been a blogger since 1996. Before all these easygoing bloggings hosts it was HTML and WYSIWYG and I had to build the webpages by myself.
My first domain was www.kastanjebacken.net and it is still there. Then I got www.rudenius.se where I have my genealogy with research back to 1600. I also have a lot of blogs on wordpress and blogspot, 500px …. well I have almost tested them all 😉

Nowadays I am mostly blogging here and in my political blog. I have 3 weekly photo-challenges – OnsdagstemaTorsdagstemaFredagstema. And I take part in different challenges. Before mostly photo challenges and now mostly poetry challenges.

So you tell me …. when am I not blogging 😉 ………. I like to learn and test new things ♥ 

Blogging is to live
develop in modern times

the world comes closer.

We bought our first computer
about 1985. It is exciting to follow how fast the technique develops. And the best with Internet is that we can come so close and ”speak” to almost anyone in the world. Isn’t it fantastic!?

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Chestnut and balloon

Haiku with Kigo.
Kigo is that little Japanese word used by haijin (haiku poets) to fix or identify  a season in their poem.  There are more than 500 seasonal words that can be used.

Chestnut/autumn and Balloon/spring.

Deep in the chestnuts
wanting to escape sooner
chasing the balloon.

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Maybe not

Carpe Diem #615, Exodus.
Daily Prompt: Under the snow.
You were caught in an avalanche. To be rescued, you need to make it through the night. What thought(s) would give you the strength to go through such a scary, dangerous situation?

Is this real or not! I am captured under the snow. At least I can breathe though it is unbearably cold. Drowned in the snow I start thinking about my life and it’s possible kind of ending. I’m not at all afraid to die. I am ready when it’s time. If the time is now – then it is.
I have had a fairly good life but lately affected by huge disappointments caused by a former near one. That happened on what I call the Terrible Tuesday – 26th Febr 2014.  I would rather not had that experience. It made a big black hole – a thorn in my life.

So I will rather give my thoughts to my son, my two daughters and to my four grandchildren. I am so proud of you. I was so happy for your letters M and B.  For skyping and talking with you M+W+B+M. I love you all .

And then I will just float away in my own world like I am able to do in special difficult situations. This ability I love and appreciate to have. It feels like nothing in the world can reach me and hurt me.

So maybe we see each other again – maybe not – that’s life.

Sadly floating by
all memories from the past
like melt frozen snow.

 

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Lost in Paradise

Carpe Diem #614: Paradise.

This was 1982 …

Arriving in night
darkest ever but moonlight
paradise my thought.

Abu Dhabi sky
everlasting sand dunes
stars guiding camels.

Exotic mid East
spellbinding mesmerizing
lost in paradise.

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Leftover necklace

Daly Prompt: Leftovers SandwichToday, publish a post based on unused material from a previous piece –a paragraph you nixed, a link you didn’t include, a photo you decided not to use. Let your leftovers shine!

Shooting macro with my little Canon G12 didn’t turn out as well as I wanted. Missed my Canon EOS 6D and Sigma macro lens.

While shooting macro
necklace appears closer
in my Canon lens.

But here it is – my leftover – macro …

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Lost in real life

Skrivpuff: En angenäm busstur.
Carpe Diem Haiku: Special #119,
Tomas Tranströmer’s 5th ”a wild boar plays the organ”.

Loaded with heavy shopping bags. Heading for the bus. Sign shows 4 minutes to wait. Wating and waiting. A couple hugs and kisses. A fat man watching. An Indian man talking in the phone. Teenagers chatting in the waiting box. Smokers smelling ugly.

Tired of waiting
hooping the bus will come soon
want to be at home.

Entering the bus. Fall in deep thoughts and dreaming away. Enjoying the fairy land. Making my own fairytales by the way. On my way.

Waking up in chock
I don’t know where I am
Lost in real life.

Didn’t recognize the buildings. Where am I? M-street. Gone too far with the bus. Want to stop it at once. Next busstop. Out for entering the pavement.

Probably it was meant for me to have an extra walk.
A fairytale is worth that.

I like writing Haibun and include haiku.

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You know

Daily Prompt: Never too late.
Is there a person you should’ve thanked, but never had the chance? Is there someone who helped you along the way without even realizing it? Here’s your chance to express your belated gratitude.

No I don’t think so.
I was so tremendously thankful that I told them. Because I wanted them to know they’d been so very important to me.

And I am glad I did.

I love you so much
appreciated from heart
brightest memory.

You know I mean you two!

Henning & Annalisa

 

 

Dessutom är jag lite

Skrivpuff: Skriv 5 ord på B. Använd minst 2 av dem i din text.

Beloved Bright (Beyond=) Bortom Bångstyrig Busig

Jag älskar Beyond. Gillar också att Bortom börjar på B. Faktiskt ett av mina favoritord. Det är – för mig – både en plats och en förmåga. Det är ett fantastiskt vackert ord. Lyssna bara – B e y o n d – B e y o n d – B o r t o m.

Drömmer mig bort långt
Allting blir ljust behagligt
Där är jag ibland.

Man kan faktiskt säga att beyond är ett slags drömmarnas plats. Behaglighetens palats. Men det är också ett slags meta-tankar. Tankar över tankarna. Det är det som är förmågan. Förmågan till Beyond och Bortom. Jag kan förklara det lite som att försätta sig på en hylla och studera det som sker. Både vara närvarande och överblickande. Deltaga i diskussionen samt överblicka hur det diskuteras. Nu kom jag på att Beteende borde varit med bland de 5. Jag älskar ju också att studera beteenden. Människors beteenden. Man är ju beteendevetare som sagt.

Hur kommer det sig
hen tänker argsint värre
bakgrundens tankar.

Dessutom är jag lite Busig.

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Quickly forget

Daily Prompt: Shaken and Stirred.
What’s the most elaborate, complicated meal you’ve ever cooked? Was it a triumph for the ages, or a colossal fiasco? Give us the behind-the-scenes story (pictures are welcome, of course).

This was the hardest question to answer … since I don’t know when!

When making a meal
it turns to a disaster
Just quickly forget!

HAIKU – Senryu 5+7+5.

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Attans så förargligt!


Skrivpuff: Vatten
.

Ja himmel! Nu har jag glömt att köpa vatten. Skulle ju gjort det ikväll. I morgon hinner jag inte. Måste ju packa, dammsuga och diska innan ”shuttlebussen” kommer. I morgon bär det hem igen. Hem till Lund. Vill ju det ska vara fint här när jag kommer till nyårsafton. Hemma här – här i Budapest.

Snart hemma i Lund
nej aldrig är man borta
Budapest väntar.

Visst kan man dricka vattnet i kranen. Men jag köper ändå vatten. St Stefans. Det ska vara bäst läste jag någonstans. St. Stefan var den som enade alla stammarna till ett kungarike i Ungern. Han såg även till att Ungern blev kristnat. Sedan blev han helgon. Mycket är uppkallat efter denne man. Från vatten till största katedralen.

Vin har jag. Till och med sprutt att skåla in nya året med. Tänk snart är det 2015. Hå hå. Nya löften? Asch! Vill jag lova mig något gör jag det precis när jag vill. Just nu ska jag ge mig lov att ta lite gorgonzola och prova sprutten. Köpte ju två flaskor.

Oliv ost och vin
knallen träffar uppsluppet
fler oliver tack!

Jag har hela natten på mig. Brukar inte sova så mycket natten innan jag ska åka. Inte för rädsla bara för att jag vill njuta ut så länge jag kan. När man är i Budapest vill man inte åka härifrån.

Fast jag längtar efter barn och barnbarn. ♥

Ps. Attans så förargligt med vattnet!

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Carpe Diem Ghost Writer #35

Carpe DiemWhere does Rengetsu’s “cold within the sound” lead you?

The ice blanket hugs
my body turns inside out
heart beats so slowly.

Am I dead or what?
Did my heart stop beating now?
I dream for answers.

….. I am still dreaming for answers ….

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