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Rör mig ej

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förförande vacker
helt utslagen blomma – stinker
rör mig ej

förförande vacker
helt utslagen blomma – doftar
rör mig ej

… den doftade så gott att jag nästan ville äta upp mig själv …

Skrivpuff: Stinka.

Jubilee of Life

How beautiful Kristjaan described ‘leaving’ talking about leaves … also I got a smile because I have … this season … notised every leaf … still hanging on … bushes and trees … I then thought …

– They don’t want to leave. They are still hanging on .. though so rough around!

… and I admired their strength.

Can I make this a haiku?

no wanna leave
little leaf still hanging on – strong
in rough life

I think some leaves don’t want to leave summer … I don’t either!

‘Leaving’ … mmm … some are very stuck I think … and they don’t want to leave … that safe they know about … for something uncertain … and unknown.
I myself … have always liked challenges and moving to new places … starting new projects … entering new subjects … leaving some and exploring new … leaving some and meeting new …
But …

in the essence
curiosity brings leaving and always
arises new aromas
some inner power in live cells
a push for ongoing evolution

… never leaving myself … my values … never left my watchful eyes behind … never left my deep roots … never left my curiosity … behind … so far …

leaving finally
the destiny of last journey – just
a point set
when the life is at its end
I have written my last dot

… but not yet!

I still have some question marks … and exclamation marks to write … looking forward to …

Funny also that tonight’s Philosophy Evening at the University was about life cirkels … ending and starting … leave and revive … among plants, fishes, insects, animals and humans …

A kind of jubilee of life … the philosophical way of thinking … which I like so much ❤

carpe Diem: #1173 Leaving.

Record to be Recorded

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.

Heart in Love – Soul is Cool

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.

Forgiveness of Sins – No Cleaning Agent!

Man kan skrubba och rengöra det mesta omkring sig … och på sig …

cleaning in time
when inside is no-go zone
unwashed souls

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.

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.

Proppfylld med Tankar

När jag vaknade idag … eller kanske precis innan … tänkte jag …

in my dreams you are real

… och sedan tänkte jag …

in reality you are a fake

… aha!
Hur ska jag tänka omkring detta då!?
Kan jag få ihop det det till en smidig haiku?

Klockan hade inte ens ringt. Jag vaknade 10 minuter för alarmet. Mitt alarm var en tanke som dök upp. Ungefär som en delfin i strömlinjehopp upp genom havsytan … som skjuten ur en kanon från djupet.

thinking about
you are real in my dreams – in reality
you are a fake

Jag älskar att skriva tankar … för att sedan titta på dem … och möjligen … förhoppningsfullt … tänka mer omkring dem … När någon lägger till sin tanke … om min tanke … är det toppen!
Jag älskar filosofi! … det har blivit ett av mina stora intressen numera … filosofi är ju proppfyllt med tankar … hur underbart är inte det!

Kommande vecka innehåller två filosofiaftnar … minst … how wonderful isn’t life!

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Daily Prompt: Möjlig.

I Djupaste Skrammel

Ett utryck fastnade efter dagens nyhetssändningar … det vill inte lämna mina tankar …

en krossad korall
vid sköldpaddans snäva sväng
i djupaste skrammel

… likt en hjord unga elefanthannar kan dra fram …. och härja i våld …
– Kan elefantbetar också skramla, tänker jag undrande …?

… ”lättkränkta unga män” … kan i alla fall …

En kommentar till ovan:
Ibland när jag skriver … fungerar det som när jag målar och ritar … då en bild vill bli till och jag är redskapet … och kan sedan läsa ut ett budskap i bilden … ibland alltså.

När jag läser versen ovan … ser jag att den innehåller … både en misslyckad integration … och en trång livspassage (förortsliv) … kanske i vilsenhet … och … eller … vanmakt … i frustration … efter misslyckanden … som leder till ett förödande …. ödesdigert skrammel …

Eller är det bara jag som är politiskt nyhetsnördig … 😉

Skrivpuff: Skramla.

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’ …