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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.

Fiskmås i Stadsparken, Citypark Lund, Sweden.

Daily Prompt: Record.

In the Mountain

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?

Bruksvallarna Sweden 2008

 Carpe Diem Universal Jane # 12 Mountain View.

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!

Street Photography

Daily Prompt: Pattern.