poetry

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.

Mina gamla klänningar som mamma sytt

Dresses I have saved with much love. Dresses my granddaughters also have used.


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

BW - The Belt - I want I want!


Full Bodied Souls

Change rooms in your mind for a day.” by Hafez.


Like an eagle I focused and this was the line I saw … that went straight to my mind. How exciting to change rooms in my mind, I think. And we do all of us nowadays. I sometimes definitely too much! But I can handle it today. Because I have my rooms where the calm, peace and relaxation are balm for my soul.

in the running flood
I find my coconut flake – always
balm for my soul

These rooms I visit frequently. But today I went out exploring. Wanted to find that newly renovated thermal bath. I found it and made an appointment for tomorrow. Then I will explore new rooms in my mind I’m sure.

leaving the safe
entering the far away – to sway
being delighted
in welcoming warm arms
you topped my flight

That unique feeling … between two humans … close and far … different and similar … more that unites than divides … unique in every cell … of feelings … and in each mind.

new planets in mind
serving finest wine – fruity
perfect for full bodied souls

Thinking about wine as love. Sipping it slow and easy. Getting a bit dizzy. Taking off and emptiness filled up with mighty hemispheres.

Now you think I am drinking wine from a wild glass … wrong …  only my cup of tea just now … but we’ll never know about …. later … but sooner is nicer …

Cheers … now taking off to  a room in my mind …

Crazy Art by me - Thinking about All My Rooms in Mind.
Thinking about All My Rooms in My Mind.

Carpe Diem: #1166 Night Flower.


WORDS all gone

every word
now used and done – leaving
blank pages

Hemska tanke! Horrifying thought!
Empty lexicons …
… and I start thinking about old people … or perhaps even young ones … when suffering aphasia … as comparison …

every word
once was alive – vividly
disappeared

Words … all consumed …

Words All Consumed - Only Pencils left

WORDS all gone – Only PENCILS left.

Skrivpuff: Förbrukad/Consumed.


Geisha – Not too Happy

Geisha, geiko or geigi are traditional Japanese female entertainers who act as hostesses and whose skills include performing various arts such as classical music, dance, games and conversation, mainly to entertain not only male customers but also female customers today.
Geisha, like all Japanese nouns, has no distinct singular or plural variants. The word consists of two kanji, 芸 (gei) meaning ”art” and 者 (sha) meaning ”person” or ”doer”. The most literal translation of geisha into English would be ”artist”, ”performing artist”, or ”artisan.”
A male geisha is called Taikomochi.


silent approach
geisha in modest movements
sends scent of lily


Last time in Budapest I went to an exhibition about geisha. I saw many beautiful things from Japan. Sadly I wasn’t allowed to take photos.
Today I went to the castle area on Buda Hills. So nice weather. I walked along both east and west side. On west side the sun prepared for sunset …

in purple blue sky
wanting you so much – to
walk by my side

… it was that kind of atmosphere … poetry popping up in my head … thoughts insisting on attention … in league with my fantasy …

Walking and talking. We would have a great time. I would struggle with my English. Being inspired by your way of using words in your poetic way. We would talk about life, places we have visited – wanting to visit, life philosophy, humanity in the world – the lack of humanity …

our breathing
same air under lasting sun – moment
awaiting the kiss

Then a Miniatyr Schnauzer – pepper and salt – caught my attention. So cute – szép, I said to it’s mother. She looked happy. We talked a little. The dog was a bit worried. Looking after the dad all the time, she said.
Then I spoke to some American turists because they thought – the smart crows solving a problem together in a wastebasket – were ravens. I wouldn’t let them go on thinking that so I told them it was crows. And we talked about how smart some birds can be. Even they can learn about traffic lights.

Now I feel almost like I have practiced the geisha role. Being entertaining a little … so I decided I was worth a cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream.
Off I went to Anna café, Váci utca to watch people pass.

a lonely bird
searching for the flock
topped with cream

… and you know what!
The male servant – the Taikomochi – failed. Only milk foam.
He forgot the whipped cream!

Hot Chocolate with foam - NO whipped Cream.

Geisha left … not too happy … 😉 …

….. went off with a smile … of course!

Geisha

Carpe Diem #1163 geisha, the beauty of Japan.


Wild – C’est la Vie

Today I have had a ‘free’ day. Nothing at all in my schedule. I love these days too. No problem to fill them. I take it slow and easy. Today I slept … well I wont tell you how long! Then I had my brunch with black coffee, seed crackers and goat cheese. Did some ‘musts’ and many more ‘lusts’.

At last I understood it was time for a hot bath. Sadly it wasn’t as hot as I wanted. Have to speak to the machine a bit more determined. Trying very hard to understand it after new circulation pump.

Put on an old list on Spotify. Didn’t get inspired – the three first tunes were oldies now boring – but then it happened …

tricky old
tapping on my heart – release
hips in rhythm

This old heart of mine with Rod Stewart version with Ronny Wood. Now I’m in right mood. Then Sonny & Cher perfect for the mermaid. Every inch of the body wants to have a work through. Especially in hot water. Soft light. Today with a cup of tea. And my music.

In Bathtub

My kind of work ut.

kissing ‘n hugging
all that a body wants
you must give

Ha ha … Chuck wants to cheer me up. He knows exactly how to do it!

swinging the best
all times – c’est la vie – now
being a teen again

I’m working and swaying – feeling my best – mind and body totally free. Lost and happy. Free and flying. My thoughts are my surfing boards.

finding that special
wave in mind to jump on board
riding the other waves

What can I say more … breathe … Every Breath you Take … breathe … surf and breathe …

in the right age
just in the right time
waiting – for you

I’m ready …

I grab the plug … and let the water out … and …

no – not now
the hand shower went wild
simply the best

Now I die … totally wild too … thinking about one of my favorit dancer – Clare Turton (short dark hair) – dancing in Tinas show. She is just …. I die again …  wildest ever … Live version … of course! (Clare Turton not in this version.)