every stone
picked thoroughly with my heart
balm for your soul
Inspired by ”Having fun” at Haiku out of Africa.

every stone
picked thoroughly with my heart
balm for your soul
Inspired by ”Having fun” at Haiku out of Africa.

…. isn’t it?
there is a point
somehow it always starts
from inside
… doesn’t it?
my kiss
a step forward your heart
I thought
I’m just making it up …
the sound
of a frozen raindrop
my thought
… all the time.
© Birgitta Rudenius
Testar om jag kan få ihop en nyårsvers på rim …
dags att bordet duka
och manglade servetter stuka
blomdekor i vas
och grönska i varje glasförst vi äter upp
iväg for korken med ett plupp
medan glasen höjs
de trötta ryggarna böjssedan säger vi skål
så många gånger som vi tål
och för nya året hurra
för att sedan hem igen snurra

Skrivpuff: Skriv till bilden.
You love the mountains. I love the sea. Both love adventures in the promising horizon. Both love to be part in each other’s worlds. Togetherness in sharing. Apartness in longing.
”When the sky touches the earth there is true love” our kisses whisper to the stars.
a single star
hit by the whispering kisses
fell down
true love secured
receipt from the sky
Close together – on the savory rocky beach or in the fragrant highland meadow – there always are stars in the sky. And bridges that unite.
Sometimes I am not initially fully aware about what my thinking and words create. Seems like my inner mind – my subconscious – also is working but I don’t realize it until afterwards – like here in this post. It is so united everything. I make upp the story about he and she. With no thinking about Budapest. As no sea and no mountains. And then i fits perfect with Buda’s hilly side and Pest’s flatland. And on top of the cake – the statue 😉
It’s not the first time this happens.
“Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.” Nicholas Sparks
This piece of art on Gellert Hills shows Buda (king) and Pest (queen) uniting – Budapest.

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Carpe Diem #1112 Music For
The Royal Fireworks by Händel.
Heaven and earth. Water and sky. What else but …
twinklings
as raindrops fall from lips
touching the sky
when sliding softly
down the rainbow
… doesn’t raindrops fall from the sky? Well now! They fall from clouds, don’t they? And of course from lips. Because it is only then – they can touch the sky. And have that nice slide away …
… probably to heaven.
Or what do you think?

Carpe Diem: #1111
Oniria by Bruno Sanfilippo.
I also wonder a lot – just like – Rodriguez.
I wonder
what will I be after this life
in renewal
I would like a blue butterfly
or a forget me not
Daily Prompt: Renewal.
Rodriguez in Africa.
