Hrm … jag kan ju inte skriva om kokosoljan jag smorde in mig i …
förförande vacker
helt utslagen blomma – stinker
rör mig ej
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förförande vacker
helt utslagen blomma – doftar
rör mig ej
… den doftade så gott att jag nästan ville äta upp mig själv …
Skrivpuff: Stinka.
When it happened to me …
flash of star seeds
in June – birth of my first – you
explosion of happiness
… it was the first time in life … I felt what real happiness is … thanks to you my son!
Carpe Diem: #1172 Filtered Light.
cirkel of philosophy
light and happenings – warmth
to my evening
Inspired by March 2017 by Lize Bard.
a solid thought
printed from a mountain stone
erupted by soft magma
Inspired by Wanderers by Lize Bard.
Ibland vet jag inte varför jag vet eller hur jag kunde veta – Jag bara vet det jag inte vet att jag vet.
vill inte alls
veta allt som kan vetas
lite lagom bara
Vet inte alls hur det kommer sig – Säkert strängteorin det också!
Skrivpuff: Vet inte.
Do you know any app … easy to use … so I can record … when out walking … because sometimes … it pops up poetry … in my head … and if I don’t catch them at once … I will forget them …
a record
of walking poetry – in need
to be recorded
… sometimes just funny thoughts … which I would like to think more about … and not forget either …
Today I thought … about something that happened to me several years ago … and I was sad about … then … I thought …. imagine I wanted this to happen … and I made it happen … though I didn’t know I did … because it was my subconscious that was acting … in my favor …
-Why I thought like this?
-Well, thought about some signs … that could be interpreted that way … and then that odd thought poped up.
Daily Prompt: Record.
gathering drops
clouds soon filled to let – free
all your tears
Inspired by Desolation by Lize Bard.
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.
B_ live 