from a corner
the sight is complete – break
for new take
Inspired by Crowded by Lize Bard.
BW
Waterfall of Questions
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.
Before Catch
A Fountain of Questions
I was in good time. Didn’t forget anything … so far … noticed … I had problem about how to dress for the journey. That’s because I travel with only handbagage and no suitcase to check in. Some things are more important than other. Like my Canon, my Mac and their need. And today also …
in your eyes
a picture of you – exposed
a jiffy childhood
… a pair of high heel boots. Bought in Budapest. My feet are very picky and it’s more difficult and much more expensive to find back home.
After some hundreds of deep quiet sighs I’m finally on the airplane … sitting beside a very handsome young man … with a great inviting smile … and wow …
trigger trembling
viewfinder fighting – target
turn on the music
… now I am in trouble … and a lot of thoughts appear … I turn on my spotify list and shut my eyes … but cannot help glancing now and then at ….
caring arms
dressed in dark charm – feelers
how thrillingly
… now my sister would smile … cause she know … I smile too … and now I think of … coming closer now … sex-gender-harassment …
I know more about harassment towards females … but what about males?
Now I will be clear … right on the point! … but mind … about this there are a lot of ‘if’s …. a whole lot of! … perhaps I should call this entry … The ‘if’ challenge?
Point: I think men’s dark hairy arms are sexy … especially dressed in ‘just enough rolled up white shirt’ … this man had very sexy arms … indeed!
I almost wanted to tell him how sexy arms he had … it was then I turned on my music in my earphones … and got a lot of questions in my mind …
… about when is it sex harassment? Can it be about arms?
If … I say to him … Nice arms you have!
If … I say to him … You have sexy arms!
If … I say to him … Wow I love your sexy arms!
… or does sex harassment has to point gender characteristics … like tits, butts, pussy, cock, dong, penis …
Think I am doing some good work here … broadening debate about men and their sex appeal … for women 😉
I think … men think … their broad shoulders are sexy – but no!
Of course one essential question is … why should I say anything to him … I didn’t of course … !!! … just thinking … wondering how he would react …. think that’s what I am curious about.
How would a man react? …. We know too little about that, I think. I would certainly have liked to talk about it with the man … talked about reactions and situations, sex and gender … without intention of any doings in that field … but that could be nice too of course …
You know … that I am … ‘writing my thinking’ … but in this case I also would like …. ‘talking my thinking’ …
sitting beside
you attractive man – music
my hide-away
Carpe Diem: #1170 fountain.
Dry Bubbles
Stop it! – Fair Service
fountain of feelings
a hit right into heart center
children too worthy
Well that’s what happened today! I just have to write about it. I bursted out like the most powerful fountain with hundres of jets. Just saying!
I had my walk in sadness today – like always – last day here – before I go back home – there. But in less than a month I will be back in – home here – again. That’s a small kind of comfort … very small though.
you beloved
city in center of all – culture
dearest in life
Well well … a wonderful day with sun and blue sky … in a long long walk … from one end to the other and also som curves here and there … when walking towards Liberty Bridge on a very busy street …. suddenly I see a man hitting his son … I couldn’t believe it! Then he hit him again … and so hard and furious. It was a family with four children. Youngest in a troller with the mum. I went up to the dad while he was hitting his son and I shouted:
-Stop it! Stop it!
The man looked at me and turned his back and walked away. One of the younger sons looked at me with astonished and large eyes. They all sneaked away but I took time to tell the dad that it was very very bad behavior. I was so angry! No one else reacted!
After a while … still thinking about the situation … I regret I didn’t ask the hitted boy if he was ok. Probably I too had been hit if done …
children
outstanding – most precious
our future
People are often cowards and fail in situations … I have experienced that myself … once in Naples, Italy … in daylight on a busy pavement … I was robbed … he pushed me forward and at the same time hold my arm … tore off my watch … ran away … I screamed … not a soul did a thing … that feeling … I will never forget … so I don’t like Italy … but had a nice time living with Saint Bridget (Birgitta) Systers both in Rome and Naples. That was a really memorable experience living with the Sisters. (Saint Birgitta) Sorry I couldn’t find a link to the Brigida house up on the hills above Naples – with spectacular view over city and Etna.
I could have written about the wonderful fountain on Margit Island. The dancing fountain.
drops of steps
actor in bewildering jets – true
art of balance
Carpe Diem: #1170 fountain.
Content Depth
Hot Passion
Some fun ends … and some fun goes on … and most I love … is … the tango… with you … soon to take place again. I love it! Passion and close bodies!
In control!
determined legs
yours – and mine capturing
your insistent moves
You will also give classes this week. So many dancers will be there. Me too – though shooting. Oh how I have looked forward to this. Only once before I have been to the dance studio to shoot photos. Now I will again. Soon!
I like to say to everybody – go and take classes in tango!
like a flower
bursting out promising – spring
for hot passion
And then comes the summer … best of all … best of everything … now ahead … soon …
The Hunter Philosophy
Sometimes … when I read poetry … out there … well here too … I think … POETRY SHOULD HAVE A PLACE IN EVERY SCHOOL … I have always advocated for philosophy as a base subject.
The more technic take place – in our life – the more philosophy we need … is my mantra.
I still believe that!
Poetry … inspire for interpretations … challenge the readers in many ways … explore feelings … other persons feelings … helps to change perspective … may strengthen ability for empathy … most needed in the harsh sometimes very hostile social world … not to forget in social medias …
How romantic and safe wasn’t my life as young … now it seems to be the opposite for young people. Even when it comes to equality between girls and boys. It’s worse now and this is so sad.
Is it about hunting or beeing hunted. As young I loved beeing hunted by boys. It was so innocent and so beautiful. Exploring each other in a way. Life schooling for relations and love.
At the same time I knew more about boys than girls because for me it was much more interesting being with boys than girls. Climbing trees, playing football, sneaking in to other gardens picking fruits … and I was very good at slingshots … playing with dolls wasn’t my kind at all, not girls ‘backtalking’ either. I like the straight … and I found boys much more straight. Always have.
I am still amazed that my parents let me be my personality. My dad bought me football boots with studs. He went to every basket game I played in. My mother sewed jeans and caps for me mostly. Sometimes also dresses – me and my sisters – looking so nice in same cloth. My mother even sew dresses to the princesses of Sweden before her marriage.
Dresses I have saved with much love. Dresses my granddaughters also have used.
Min mamma sydde denna klänning till mig för många många många år sedan. Passar även barnbarnet.
I’m … writing my thinking … that’s why it takes some odd ways … and I like that. That’s being alive … lively …thinking … about the tiny and great … close and far away …
Back to where I started thinking today ….Inspired by … The Hunter tanka … I respond …
I’m also out hunting
dressed in philosophy
and questions
my belt has many pockets
one secret – only for you
B_ live 