gathering drops
clouds soon filled to let – free
all your tears
Inspired by Desolation by Lize Bard.
gathering drops
clouds soon filled to let – free
all your tears
Inspired by Desolation by Lize Bard.
About ”wounded heart” … sounds like it is something very hurtful … I don’t think a ”wounded heart” is a big problem … and I also think it’s something more related to the young period in life … Love comes and love disappears … and comes again … love is the surface feelings … and not the deeper … don’t let you down … maybe you are sad a moment … some days … you decide … you are on your life journey … love here and there is a softer seat … on some trips …
heart in love
when blood is flooding – hot
soul is cool
… nothing more … but beware of your soul … heart is easy to lose …
easy to lose
your heart for give-aways
soul is locked
… but don’t make it easy to lose your soul!
Ps. … I have to go back later and look at my thoughts … written here … I think … maybe … perhaps … I am a little provocative … 😉
What do you think?
To be continued …. here ….
Carpe Diem #1171 Wounded heart.
Writing ghazal – what a challenge! I had to look up some Swedish explanation and found also Swedish poets in this kind of poetry. Gustav Fröding is one of our great poets.
I will try …
I wanted to travel to the best view on a mountain.
I thought your secret was hidden on the mountain.
The clouds always brought love letters from the top.
And the stamps had a great picture of your mountain.
The birds in the sky were singing the content to me.
Their wings made traveling easier to my mountain.
The flowers on the ground made my steps lighter.
Their colors brightened my way up to the mountain.
In every breath I felt your welcoming and longing kiss.
Kisses like snowflakes covering the top of my mountain.
Last day sun is burning hot and hiding behind your top.
You made it Sofi! now rewarded and worth the mountain.
Well well well … that feels very constructed … probably has to be worked on more … so I can feel I am content with it … but however … its my first …. and I wonder …
in the mountain
the most grounded can be found
only my soul
… as always …. wonder I do … will it be the last?
Carpe Diem Universal Jane # 12 Mountain View.
Man kan skrubba och rengöra det mesta omkring sig … och på sig …
cleaning in time
when inside is no-go zone
unwashed souls
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rengöring i tid
när insidan är no-go zon
o-tvättade själar
… men i sig är det värre.
Hur rengör man en solkig själ?
Något man borde tänka på … så fort man börjar tänka …. eller helst lite tidigare. Något man borde vara väldigt rädd om och värna. Sitt inre näste … där själen bor. Det man från början har eget ansvar för. Det som inte kan rengöras … inte med något. Inte ens i religionens namn … fast några tycks tro det.
”Syndernas förlåtelse” … bara ett påhitt … inget rengöringsmedel!
”Forgiveness of sins” … just a figment … no cleaning agent!
Skrivpuff: Rengöra.
a solitary leaf
traveling the frothy waves
above the depth
Inspired by Beneath the surface by Lize Bard.
I sat on the bench …. like so many other enjoying the sun … leaning my back on the Cathedral wall. Sometimes closing my eye to feel the sun in my face … even stronger … sometimes I watched people passing by … crossing the square … and I saw you …
a middle age couple
though looking older – facing
different ways
… you … the woman … covered up in clothes and veil … looking forward … eyes in walk direction … not at us … and … your man … beside … looking att us … all the way while walking … watching us … sitting on the bench … in clothes we have chosen ourselves … and with our hair free for the sun and the wind … some with boyfriends … some with girlfriends … and me just alone …
my thoughts
about your thoughts – two
patterns of life requirements
… requirement by yourself, by somebody else or by something else … like culture, religion, or what so ever …
– What were you – veiled woman – thinking? I wondered.
– What did you think about your man looking at … and so interested in us?
Maybe you thought about us as ‘hores’ … I know some do … both men and women … no that is not what I am curious about … giving other people etikettes … that’s low …
I am curious about what you really was thinking … about … our different terms of life styles … the free and the one with many requirements … and having a man obviously interested in other women …
why stand up
for a man interested in other – women
in unveiled eyes
… probably your are … not free … to talk about … what you fell and think …
Life conditions are so different!
I would never stand with a man … thinking he could tell me … how to live my life!
Never!
Daily Prompt: Pattern.