Rose Spoke Poetry

roses of dreams
not only for buzzing bees
for me too


… popped up in my head on the way between Carpe Diem and B_ live. Now I see how wonderful that sounds. “Seize the day & Be live”. Well, I was both live and alive in my lively head. No emptiness there.
But however I would very much like to praise emptiness. I find it a strong ‘existence’ – life philosophically. Also like ‘a must’ to reflect about.
I have some favorite words. One is ‘beyond’ and the others sound better in Swedish than in English – sorry for that. I even founded up a new – I think – English word to suit what I wanted to express. Favorit nr one is ‘annorlunda’ and in English it would be different or otherwise but they are absolutely to simple!!!! ‘Differwisely’ would be much better. I love ‘differwisely’ people! Have always done. They are fascinating and exciting. They have great and exciting minds. I get so curious. Watching from a distance or I involve. Depends on …

Why did I end up in my pearly words? …. searching for the thread … ah emptiness … I think ‘differwisely’ people sometimes/often feel emptiness … about the outside world … from the lack of understanding surrounding them. Never inside their minds. Some of them doesn’t bother at all. Some are just lost in our world.

people as poetry
when lines telling the story
about roses and thorns

When living in the Emirates I got to know a lot of people. Some Persian. One was a tennis player and he liked my way of swimming and wanted me to teach him to swim and he offered to teach me tennis. Another one was a film maker. He wanted me to see his film … I was so innocent and a naiv Swedish young woman at that time. I’m glad I got me out from that situation. I’m not stupid thanks … who should I thank when I have no god? My parents and my upbringings of course!

like a film
some in vivid colors – some black
with no roses

At that time I hadn’t discovered poetry.
Ha ha … now I remembered the surfer in Abu Dhabi … that was really a funny story … my son had to call for me … I disappeared out in the Arabian Sea … which Persians of course call Persian sea.

gems of sand
singing poetry – in sea
a rose listens


Don’t buy me red roses!
If roses – just
Rose roses.


Abu Dhabi
My son out teaching his dad how to surf.

Daughters in Persian - Arabian Sea
My daughters in Persian Sea.

Carpe Diem: #1165 Roses.


11 comments

  1. So interesting about Persian/Arabian Gulf…I remember those days or different opinions.
    Very nice and quirky post to read! Yes, sometimes there are no words to express the exact feeling or opinion.

  2. I so enjoy reading all your philosophical and personal thoughts with the haiku dotted throughout, Birgitta. I love your new blend word: differwisely!
    My favourite haiku:
    ‘gems of sand
    singing poetry – in sea
    a rose listens’

  3. Well … what can I say … it’s really wonderful to read your thoughts about “seize the day” and be live” … This is so true really it’s in the same idea as I had when I was preparing this new month. Seize the Day and be alive … that’s what we have to do … be one with nature, be one with all and everything around you.

  4. “Annorlunda” and “differwisely” are fabulous words, Birgitta! Each of us is unique and i hope we learn to differ wisely 🙂 Stop to smell roses…but watch out for buzzing bees!

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